What is International Read Aloud Day?

Scoala Gimnaziala Nr.2 Comarnic   Teacher, Mihaela Paduraru Comanoiu

Child with scraped knee shaved head dream independent

apron with crossed anchors.

Branch of the pine and  tongue of fish little brother of the cloud!

Near you, you saw a wet pebble turning white, you heard a reed whistle.

The most bare landscapes you have known, the most colorful.

Deep-deep the sparos' walk, high-high of the little church, the hat

and over and over a steamer with red fougères.

Child with scraped knee haimali crazy jaw stubborn.

Airy pants, bosom of stone. Little dude of the white cloud!

7th Primary School of Chalkida  Teacher , Maria Frygana

Scoala Gimnazială ”Mihail Drumes” Bals-România , Teacher Janina Stănculețu

The students of the 3rd grade read together the poem ”Autumn rhapsodies”  by George Topîrceanu

First a breeze passed

On top of the vineyards,

He stole his from the hills

Dandelion fluff.

With long lyre chords

The fields answered him.

All the flowers whisper,

Turning their faces.

              Scoala Gimnazială Apold-România, teacher:Borș Elisabeta Edit 

Sleepy birds...by Mihai Eminescu

Sleepy birds

At the nests they gather,

They hide in the branches-

Good night!

Only the springs sigh,                    

While the black code is silent;        

The flowers in the garden also sleep   

Rest in peace!                         

The swan passes over the waters

Between the reeds to sleep-

May your angels be near

Sweet slee

I have a beautiful little hometown

I eat bread everyday.

I have a brother, a mother and a father,

Green yard to run.

My track is warm, sunny,

It leads through the fields, the meadow is full of flowers.

Hundreds of warblers are singing in the garden here,

I love Lithuania - I am Lithuanian.

Darželis "Pumpurelis", Rokiškis, Lietuva, 

                            Rasa Šimėnienė

Liceul Tehnologic Energetic „Dragomir Hurmuzescu” Deva, România

                                               profesoara   Mariana Rodica Borzei

Nature Love

Let's not pollute nature.

Let's not cut down trees.

Let's love animals.

This world is all ours.

Yellow green blue,

These are the colors of nature.

Let's protect nature,

Let's keep the world alive.

M.TÜYLÜ

Bereketli Kındergarten,Denizli ,TURKEY

                                                     Teacher, Rabia A. ÇİLBİRCİ

6th Primary School of Mytilene, Greece  teacher: Dimitra Nakelli

Agreement with a tree, by Giorgis Krokos.  

I have a faithful friend, a tufted tree.

I have made a deal with him, with paper and ink.

Let me give him water. He will give me dance.

I will praise his birds. To tell him “I love you”.

He will give me the fruit. I will hug his trunk.

He can call me his brother too.                                                       

And let's live together

as long as I live and as long as he will live.          

« Under the snow", by Tellos Agra

Imagine! Oh, what sweet things               And then, all of a sudden!

are sleeping under the snow!                    Look! Oh, roses, jasmines,

The seed is sleeping silently,                     sweet cherries and golden corn ears!

as its germ grows!                                   And the beloved cyclames are thanking

Countless spades are sleeping there,         the rocks for keeping them warm

always dreaming of the corn ears!           all though Winter!

And the wild burbs, still closed,

are falling asleep among the rocks!

The whole Nature has fallen asleep

under the snow's white sheet!

Until a swallow comes and whispers

a little syllable in her ear!

 7th Primary school of Chalkida, Greece. Teacher: Eleni Iliodromiti

 "Persephone's Nightmare"  by Nikos Gatsos

In this poem, Nikos Gatsos urges Persephone not to ascend to Earth, but to remain in Hades. The reason is the environmetal disaster that has been happening in recent decades.

There where the pennyroyal sprouted and wild mint           "Persephone"      

and the earth sent forth the first of her cyclamen 

now villagers haggle for cement 

and birds fall dead into the kiln.

There where the initiates joined hands devoutly 

before entering the sanctuary 

now tourists toss their cigarette ends 

and they go to see the brand new refinery. 

There where the sea became a blessing 

and a benediction was in the rustic sheep’s bleat, 

now to the shipyards trucks are hauling empty shapes 

iron children and metal plate.   

Sleep in the earth's embrace,  Persephone, 

and never retrace your way to the world’s balcony.

50 Primary school of Chalkida, Greece. Teacher: Anna Maria Kypriotaki

Primary school of Occhieppo Superiore Italy. Teacher: Sonia Matteis

Spring nursery rhyme

The longer the day, the sweeter the evening.

Tomorrow maybe among the grass

the first violet will sprout.

Or first fresh and new purple

Blessed is the first who finds you,

your perfume will tell him,

Spring has come, it is here.

The other gentlemen don’t know

and still in winter they will believe:

maybe people of care,

but their calendar is delayed.

”ion Creangă” Secondary  School Suceava, România

Teacher Cristina Rotaru

Meeting again [Revedere] - Mihai Eminescu

– Forest friendly and sincere,
How are you today, my dear,
For since I have seen you last
Lots of years have quickly passed
And since far away I've been
Half the world my eyes have seen. 

– I do always what I know,
Hear the blizzard bringing woe,
Breaking branches in its race
Covering the waters' face
Snowing up the narrow way
Chasing all my birds away; 

The students of the 2nd grade read together  «The little river» by Zacharias Papantoniou,  "The prince of modern Greek speech", who captured Greek nature on paper.

-Litle river, where do you come from?

-I come from that mountain, over there!

-Who's your grandpa?

-The cloud in the sky!

-Who's your mum?

-The rain!

-Why did you come down here?

-To water the fields and help the watemills go round!

-Hold on for a minute, my little river! Let''s talk!

-I can't! I'm in a hurry! I need to meet to sea!!!

            7th Primary School of Chalkida, Greece    teacher ΜΑΡΙΑ ΕΥΑΓΓΕΛΙΝΟΥ

Kindergarten of Makrychori, Greece. teacher ΡΟΔΟΠΗ ΓΙΑΝΝΑΚΑΚΗ

Poppies dance in the air 

Like girls slim and fair

In green dresses  they run

With red umbrellas

in the sun. 

7th Primary School of Chalkida, Greece   Teacher: Georgia Lampropoulou

The students of the 3rd grade read together the poem "Prophecy" by Argyris Chionis(1943-2011), a Greek poet & writer.

There will be a time that the sea will dry up

and the ships will turn into caravans.

And our soul into a dessert.

And the seagulls into "pet dreams".

Time will come that the death 

will no longer be the sea bottom but the sun.

And nostalgia will no longer be the land but the water.

Then, the dream will change color as well.

It will not be blue any more but yellow! 

Vocational School Sag, Romania                              Teacher: Costina Florica

In the middle of the woods                  In the middle of the woods    

All the birds come out                                                              Mihai Eminescu

From a molehill,

 In the joyful light,

 Light by the pond,

 Which in the tall reed

Swinging from where,

It penetrates deep

 And the moon and the sun

  And of migratory birds,

  And the moon and the stars

 And the flight of swallows

 And the face of my darling.

                                             Mihai Eminescu

Școala Lucian Blaga Baia Mare, Mariana Voichița Rotar

Liceul Teoretic "Eugen Lovinescu", Despina Paunescu

Secondary School SURDILA GRECI,  Brăila- România

IULIA OLGUȚA VUȚINO &LENUȚA PANAIT

School..KARAPÜRÇEK ŞEHİT FERHAT MURATOĞLU PRİMARY SCHOOL ALTINDAĞ ANKARA HALİME MİRZA

I'm jealous of the tree
He has a loaded branch that has eaten;
Let it be spring, let it be autumn,
What a beautiful fairy tale he has.
I envy the bee,
There is honeycomb honeycomb honey;
The flowers that are placed
There's pink, there's ali...
                                        CAHIT SITKI TARANCI

LETTER

LETTER

Dear unknown friend ,

wherever you come from,

I am waiting for you with a full heart

come to visit me.

If you don't know exactly

where is our country

the first one you meet

ask him like this:

Uncle, please

where is it some land born in fire,

in battles freed,

some country with forests and mountains,

with rivers and plains, are lakes - brides

and gardens lovely, with tobaccos, vineyards,

poppies, grapes, with grains stirred,

with forests branched.

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             Vasil Kunovski

Primary School:„Risto Krle“ Mralino , North Macedonia  

                                      Teacher : Lidija Gjakovska

Tautesti Primary School , Romania,    Teacher : Agavriloaie Alina

Why are you so troubled? 

                             Mihai Eminescu

 – „Forest, why are you so troubled? 

There’s no wind and there’s no rain 

Yet your branches are in pain”. 

 – „Yes, I’m troubled, you know why? 

Because my life is passing by 

Days are shrinking, nights are growing 

And my leaves are quickly falling. 

The wind is blowing from the bay 

Chasing singing birds away 

The wind is blowing without fear  

Summer’s gone, winter is here. 

How could I avoid to bow 

When the birds are leaving now! 

Liceul Teoretic ”Eugen Lovinescu",Bucuresti, Romania

                  Teacher, Călin Marilena

                                                 BoK- boK- boK! 

                                                             from Grigore Vieru    

Ploaia în umbrelă bate:
 – Pot să intru?
 – Nu se poate!

Boc-boc-boc!
Ploaia în asfalt tot bate:
 – Pot să intru?
 – Nu se poate!

Boc-boc-boc! 

Ploaia în câmpie bate: 

– Pot să intru?

 – Da! Se poate!

Bok-bok-bok!

The rain in the umbrella beats:

- Can I come in?

- You can not!

Bok-bok-bok!

The rain in the asphalt keeps beating:

- Can I come in?

- You can not!

Bok-bok-bok!

The rain falls in the plain:

- Can I come in?

- Yes! May!

Liceul Teoretic ”Eugen Lovinescu",Bucharest, Romania

                  Teacher, Simona Iordache

SPRING, from Vasile Alecsandri

The frosty winter has passed,                 From one branch to another they fly

The field turned green again                   Yellow thrush, gilded

The Merry Swallow                                Hello spring,

He came to us again.                              Nice time, welcome!

                                  The turtledoves grumble,

                          Thousands of butterflies you see flying

                                  And the industrious bee

                            From flowers honey gathering.

STARS'  CLASS

ÖĞRETMEN YUSUF KARDEŞ İLKOKULU İSTANBUL TÜRKİYE 

TEACHER  ÖZGE KABASAKAL

PROTECT NATURE

A factory smoke, It kills nature a campfire

A complete forest horror, Nature offers its blessing

We do not know its value

With all their beauty

They decorate our environment.

Protect nature, protect nature

If we pollute this place do not destroy forests

Do not consume living things.

Our bookmarks

Mihail Drumes Secondary School Bals, Olt, Romania

Teacher ELENA CÎRCEANU

         Vestitorii primăverii

                 de George Cosbuc

                              (1866- 1918)

Dintr-alte țări, de soare pline,

Pe unde-ați fost și voi străine,

Veniți, dragi păsări înapoi,

Veniți cu bine!

De frunze și de cântec goi,

Plâng codrii cei lipsiți de voi.

      Harbingers of spring

                 by George Coșbuc

 From other sunny countries

Where have you been foreigners,

Come back dear birds,

Come with good!

Of leaves and bares song

The forest cry without you.

MEHMET ZORLU PRIMARY SCHOOL SAKARYA TÜRKİYE TEACHER DİLEK ESEN

The students of the 4th grade read together the poem "I opened my eyes to Nature"

GÖZLERİMİ DOĞAYA AÇTIM                     I OPENED MY EYES TO NATURE

Gözlerimi doğaya açtım                                              I opened my eyes to nature

Ne çok canlı yaşıyor                                                    Many live here

 Her yer yeşille kaplanmış                                         All the land was covered with green 

  ve sallanan yapraklar ile                                           with the rocking leaves

Gözlerimi doğaya açtım                                             I opened my eyes to nature

 Rengarenk heryer                                                      Colorful everywhere  

Kırmızı kırmızı elmalar dallardan dökülüyor       Red apples poured into branches

Gözlerimi kapatmak istemedim...                             I don't want to close my eyes...

ÇAT İLKOKULU / NEVŞEHİR-TÜRKİYE     SERPİL TÜMER

NATURE LOVE

Bird , sun ,cloud

All of them are hope

All of them are happiness

Let's love nature

Water , soil , nature

Let's add color the world

Nature is our home

Let's protect the world