25+ Refreshing And Beautiful Spring Poems For Kids

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Among all the four seasons, we look forward to spring as it paints the earth in dazzling colors and revives and rejuvenates all life forms.

It is the season between winter and summer. This wonderful season brings life to nature; you can see trees full of green leaves and hear the sweet music of birds chirping. As spring begins, the snow melts, the first dandelion sprouts, the dewdrops glisten on the leaves, and the fresh smell of grass fills you with happiness.

Many poets have captured the beauty of spring in their words. In this post, we bring you a few spring poems for kids to help them understand the importance of spring and welcome it with joy.

25+ Spring Poems For Kids

1. Spring

What’s spring
in spring?
Buds spring!
Leaves spring!
Flowers spring!
Trees spring!
Plants spring!
Grass spring!
robins sing
in spring!

—Ghazal

2. Spring is Here

Spring is here.
Spring is here.

Hear the birds.
Hear the birds.

They are busy finding.
They are busy finding.

Big fat worms.
Big fat worms.

—Anonymous

3. Good-bye, Winter!

Good-bye, Winter!
Spring is in the air.
Flowers are in the bloom.
You see colors everywhere.

Birds build their nest.
In branches way up high.
But out my window, that loud bird.
Woke me up again … sigh!

—Becky Spence

4. Spring

The wind told the grass.
And the grass told the trees.

The trees told the bushes.
And the bushes told the bees.

The bees told the rain.
And the robin sang out clear.

“Wake up
Wake up

Spring is here!”

—Anonymous

5. Daffodowndilly

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”

—A.A Milne

6. Spring

Spring is budding green joy
Fresh breeze and sunshine
Birds singing
Water running
Children sloshing through puddles
On the sidewalk

Spring breathes anticipation

Green shoots sprouting from the earth
Unfurling into flowers
The sweet scent of hyacinths
A baby bird learning how to fly

Spring sweeps the dust out of our corners

As we wake up
As we look and listen
To the promise of a morning sunrise
To joy unfolding
To a glowing new life

—Carole Mullen

7. The Secret

We have a secret, just we three,
The Robin and I and the sweet cherry tree;
The bird told the tree and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just we three.

But of course, the robin knows it best
Because she built the—I shan’t tell the rest;
And laid the four little—something in it—
I’m afraid I shall tell it any minute.

But if the tree and robin don’t peep,
I’ll try my best the secret to keep;
But I know when the baby birds fly about
Then the secret will all be out.

—Anonymous

8. Spring is Here

Spring is here
Spring is fun

Spring with kids playing around
Spring is hot
Sometimes rainy
Spring break! With kids so happy

Sping is good
Spring maybe have bad luck
Sometimes people go indoors
Because it is…

So hot! People love spring
So do I!

Spring is here
Spring is very fun
Spring is almost done, so
Say bye-bye!
So now you will see next year
That it will be back to
Spring!!

—Zoe

9. Spring

Wondrously February withdraws to
warm March with a golden glow
from Spring’s shining sun sent
down to lead the way
for April’s soothing showers
soon to bring fragrant flowers
and dance on May’s blossoming bounty.

—Barbara R Johnson

10. Spring

I love spring
Spring is new
It’s new blades of grass
It’s rain on a lass
It’s violets and rain
It’s a wood-scented lane
It’s a new bird song
It’s days growing long
It’s a tree in bud and puddles of mud
Its birds in a tree and buzz from a bee
It’s kites in the sky
It’s spring. That’s why
I love spring.

—Mohammed Rashid

11. Spring, Almost

The sunshine gleams so bright and warm,
The sky is blue and clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it,
Small clouds have blown together,
Till the sun just can’t get through them,
And again, it’s mitten weather.

—Anonymous

12. Spring

Spring, spring is coming soon,
Grass is green, and flowers bloom,
Birds returning from the south,
Bees are buzzing all about,
Leaves are budding everywhere,
Spring, spring is finally here!

—Anonymous

13. March Wind

The wind is pushing
Against the trees,
He’ll take off your hat
Without asking you “please,”
He rattles the windows
And puffs at a cloud,
Then scoots down the chimney
And laughs aloud.

—Anonymous

14. My Spring Garden

Here is my little garden,
Some seeds I’m going to sow.
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe.

Here is the, big round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.

Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little warm earth beds.

—Anonymous

15. To the First Robin

Welcome, welcome, little stranger,
Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
For you sing, “Sweet Spring is near.”

Now the white snow melts away;
Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come, dear bird, and build your nest,
For we love our robin best.

—Louisa May Alcott

16. Spring’s Way

Winter fights to stay.
Sweet Spring always wins her way.
Flowers bloomed today!

Spring has final say,
Sending Winter on his way.
Her true love is May!

Spring’s June wedding day.
White lily and rose bouquet.
Bells ring out today!

—Patricia L. Cisco

17. It Must Be Spring

Hush, can you hear it?
The rustling in the grass,
Bringing you the welcome news that
Winter’s day is past.
Soft, can you feel it?
The warm caressing breeze,
Telling you the sticky buds
Are bursting on the trees.
Look, can you see them?
The primrose in the lane.
Now you must believe it —
Spring is here again.

—May Fenn

18. Young Lambs

The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down.
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two—till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead – and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but basking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

—John Clare

19. A Child of Spring

I know a little maiden,
She is very fair and sweet,
As she trips among the grasses
That kiss her dainty feet;
Her arms are full of flowers,
The snow-drops, pure and white,
Timid blue-eyed violets,
And daffodillies bright.

She loves dear Mother Nature,
And wanders by her side;
She beckons to the birdlings.
That flock from far and wide.
She wakes the baby brooklets,
Soft breezes hear her call;
She tells the little children.
The sweetest tales of all.

Her brow is sometimes clouded,
And she sighs with gentle grace,
Till the sunbeams, daring lovers,
Kiss the teardrops from her face.
Well, we know this dainty maiden,
For April is her name;
And we welcome her with gladness,
As the springtime comes again.

—Ellen Robena Field

20. Dandelion Curls

Ah, ha, ha, now! who comes here
Wreathed in flowers of gold and queer
Tiny tangled curls of green
Gayly bobbing in between?

Pretty token of the spring!
Hark! we hear the bluebirds sing.
When we thus see little girls
Decked in dandelion curls.

—Evaleen Stein

21. The Voice of Spring

I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high.
In the blue and sunny sky,
And the gnats are on the wing.
Wheeling round in airy ring.

Listen! New-born lambs are bleating,
And the cawing rooks are meeting.
In the elms—a noisy crowd.
All the birds are singing loud,
And the first white butterfly.
In the sunshine dances by.

Look around you; look around!
Flowers in all the fields abound,
Every running stream is bright,
All the orchard trees are white,
And each small and waving shoot.
Promises sweet autumn fruit.

—Mary Howitt

22. The Dandelions

Upon a showery night and still,
Without a sound of warning,
A trooper band surprised the hill,
And held it in the morning.

We were not waked by bugle notes
No cheer our dreams invaded,
And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
On the green slopes paraded.

We careless folk the deed forgot;
Till one day, idly walking,
We marked upon the self-same spot
A crowd of veterans talking.

They shook their trembling heads and gray,
With pride and noiseless laughter,
When well-a-day! They blew away,
And ne’er were heard of after.

—Helen Gray Cone

23. It’s Spring

Good-bye, snow! Good-bye, ice!
Though of course, you’re very nice,
I am glad you’ve gone away.
Leaving us this fine spring day.

Here’s my good old bat and ball!
Marbles, too! How are you all?
I am sure that I can play.
With you now, ‘most any day.

Good-bye, winter! Though it’s true
I’ve had lots of fun with you,
Now I just could shout and sing;
I’m so glad because it’s spring!

—Winnifred J. Mott

24. Springtime

A small green frog
On a big brown log;
A black and yellow bee
In a little green tree;
A red and yellow snake
By a blue-green lake,
All sat and listened
To red bird sing,
“Wake up, everybody,
It’s spring! It’s spring!”

—Anonymous

25. Song: Spring

When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue.
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
‘Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!’ O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are plowmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
‘Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!’ O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.

—William Shakespeare

26. Spring Song

Frogs croak
Rains soak
Chicks peep
Crickets leap
Bees hum
Robins come
Birds sing
It’s spring!

—Anonymous

27. Dear Grif

Dear Grif,
Here is a whiff
Of beautiful spring flowers;
The big red rose
Is for your nose,
As toward the sky, it towers.

Oh, do not frown
Upon this crown
Of green pinks and blue geranium
But think of me
When this you see,
And put it on your cranium.”

—Louisa May Alcott

You can use these as sing-alongs while going on a hike or sitting around the campfire. Reading poems at a young age would also help children to improve their reading and writing skills. Read each poem, and explain the marvels of spring and nature to your children.

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