2nd Primary School of Thermi, Greece

Publiczna Szkoła Podstawowa nr 17 im. Jana Kochanowskiego, Poland

No more snow! 

Spring on the run! 

The storks are already returning,

The larks are already giving a concert. 

Here the crocuses, there the daffodils 

They look at the world nicely. 

The grass is changing its green, 

A deer is eager to like it. 

Nature is waking up all around, 

It will be beautiful and cheerful. 

The sun now shines more often, 

It calls all the children outside.

Polish Poem

In this poem we learn about the first signs of the coming spring, the animals and plants that are its symbols. This poem fills us with joy and hope that we will soon be able to spend time outdoors.

Greek Poem

THE GIRL

Two you and three me

green shuttlecock*

I enter the pit*,

Hello, Mr. Menexe.

Fountain and water

and my lost dream.

Gingerbread gingerbread,

the peach is back.

Hop if I turn right

I fall on the pomegranate.

Hop if I turn left

on the blackberry.

He's holding my hand

honey bee,

he catches the other in the air

butterfly that bites

Odysseus Elytis, The Sun the Heliator,

 Published by Ikaros, Athens, 1971

1B NINO COSTA PRIMARY SCHOOL- PINEROLO- ITALY

1st PRIMARY SCHOOL OF NEW MOUDANIA- GREECE

ITALIAN POEM BY 1B NINO COSTA PRIMARY SCHOOL - PINEROLO - ITALY

This poem is full of  scenes of the spring. When we read it, we feel the happiness that the new season brings.

ILLUSTRATION BY 1ST PRIMARY SCHOOL OF SOUFLI - GREECE

                     Publiczna Szkoła Podstawowa nr 17 Radom, Poland 

                               2nd Primary School of Thermi , Greece

GREEK POEM

"My house" by Kostis Palamas

I want to build a little house in solitude and silence, surrounded by a green lawn.

I won't build it here.

I know in the great country the rich broad road with palaces and gardens.

I won't build it there.

I know the pleasant shore,the whole wave kisses it, its sandy beach is lily-white.

I won't build it there.

Endlessly it draws a strata,it tears a barren plain, hard it is beaten by the wild weather and pounded by the pound,an army trodden by a thousand, the horseman fasting, the pedestri thirsty is buried in the perch.

There I will build my house with a fountain in the yard, always its corner will be smoking and its door will be  open.

The poem expresses the poet's desire to build a different house. A house with a yard and a tap. A home whose door will always be open to everyone. So he is looking to find the most suitable place by rejecting many places.

Osnovna škola Antuna Mihanovića Osijek, Croatia

Fedac Salt - Catalunya, Spain

William Wordsworth

                                                      Daffodils

                                        I wandered lonely as a cloud

                               That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

                                     When all at once I saw a crowd, 

                                        A host, of golden daffodils;

                                   Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

                                  Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

William Wordsworth

                                             Sunovrati

                              Samotan sam ko oblak luto, 

                            Što lebdeć' i brijeg i dol hvata,

                          Odjednom opazih mnoštvo žuto,

                                Obilje zlatnih sunovrata,

                              Uz jezero pod stabla skriše

                             Oni se s vjetrom što ih njiše

CEIP SAN ROQUE (Pradoluengo, Spain)

5th & 6th Primary grade classroom

ITALIAN POEM: 21st March

The first swallow came last night

to say: "Spring is coming!"

The primroses laugh in the meadow,

yellow,

and I saw, believe me, already three

butterflies".

Caressing it, I said:

"Yes, it is time, swallow, fly on the

roof".

But another swallow must come

back

from the long exile, beyond the sea,

to let return to men's faces the smile

as in the tender meadows.

Peace, O swallow, that flies in the

evening!

It is for men the spring.

Gianni Rodari

This poem celebrates spring, bringing a message of peace.

Radio podcast of the poem by:

CEIP San Roque 5th & 6th grade Primary students

"When Spring Comes

When spring comes,
If I'm already dead,
The flowers will bloom the same way
And the trees will be no less green than last spring.
Reality does not need me.

I feel enormous joy
Thinking that my death doesn't matter at all

If I knew that tomorrow I would die
And spring was the day after tomorrow,
I would die happy, because it was the day after tomorrow.
If this is her time, when would she come if not in her time?
I like everything to be real and everything to be right;
And I like it because that's how it would be, even if I didn't like it.
So if I die now, I'll die happy,
Because everything is real and everything is right.

You can say Latin over my coffin if you want.
If you want, you can dance and sing around him.
I have no preferences for when I can no longer have preferences.
Whatever it is, whenever it is, it will be what it is.”