Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 4

Reading comprehension lesson 15: Poems with questions · Set 80 · 12 questions

Reading tip (Line by line, then the whole): Read the poem aloud, line by line. Find the line that answers the question. Rhyming words end with the same sound; the title or main idea covers the whole poem.

1. 1.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
   They knit me a sweater when winter comes down.
   They roll out rotis, round as the moon,
   They rock my baby sister to sleep at noon.
   They plant marigolds in an old clay pot,
   They hold my hand when the road is hot.
   Her hands are busy the whole day through,
   But they always have time to hug me too.
   
   Which word rhymes with “brown”? (a) pot (b) down (c) moon
2. 2.A little seed lay in the ground,
   Without a light, without a sound.
   The rain came down, the sun shone bright,
   It pushed and pushed with all its might.
   A green shoot peeped above the earth,
   Then leaves and buds began their birth.
   One summer morning, what a sight,
   A sunflower, golden, tall and bright!
   
   Where did the little seed lie? (a) In the ground (b) In a pot (c) On a leaf
3. 3.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
   They knit me a sweater when winter comes down.
   They roll out rotis, round as the moon,
   They rock my baby sister to sleep at noon.
   They plant marigolds in an old clay pot,
   They hold my hand when the road is hot.
   Her hands are busy the whole day through,
   But they always have time to hug me too.
   
   Which flowers do the hands plant? (a) Marigolds (b) Lilies (c) Roses
4. 4.My bicycle is old and blue,
   Its bell is rusty, its tyres too.
   But every morning, rain or shine,
   I ride it down this lane of mine.
   I wave to the milkman, I pass the cow,
   The dog runs after me — bow-wow!
   The wind in my hair makes me feel so free,
   My old blue bicycle and me!
   
   When does the poet ride the bicycle? (a) Every morning (b) Every evening (c) Only on Sundays
5. 5.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
   They knit me a sweater when winter comes down.
   They roll out rotis, round as the moon,
   They rock my baby sister to sleep at noon.
   They plant marigolds in an old clay pot,
   They hold my hand when the road is hot.
   Her hands are busy the whole day through,
   But they always have time to hug me too.
   
   What are the rotis as round as? (a) The sun (b) A plate (c) The moon
6. 6.A little seed lay in the ground,
   Without a light, without a sound.
   The rain came down, the sun shone bright,
   It pushed and pushed with all its might.
   A green shoot peeped above the earth,
   Then leaves and buds began their birth.
   One summer morning, what a sight,
   A sunflower, golden, tall and bright!
   
   What came up first above the earth? (a) A bud (b) A green shoot (c) A sunflower
7. 7.In my small garden by the gate,
   The tulsi grows so tall and straight.
   The jasmine smells so sweet at night,
   Its little flowers are snowy white.
   The chillies hang in shiny rows,
   And a tiny lemon tree slowly grows.
   I water them all at the break of day,
   And watch the bees come out to play.
   
   Which plant grows tall and straight? (a) The tulsi (b) The jasmine (c) The chilli
8. 8.Beside the road the potter sits,
   His wheel goes round, he shapes and fits.
   A lump of clay, all wet and brown,
   Becomes a pot as it spins around.
   He dries his pots in the summer sun,
   Then bakes them hard when the day is done.
   Matkas, diyas, cups and more,
   He sells them all from his little store.
   
   Where does the potter sit? (a) In a big shop (b) Near the river (c) Beside the road
9. 9.The station wakes at half past five,
   The tea stalls hum and come alive.
   A porter carries bags on his head,
   A dog sleeps on a bench like a bed.
   The whistle blows, the engine roars,
   People rush in through open doors.
   The train moves off with a clickety-clack,
   And waves goodbye along the track.
   
   When does the station wake? (a) Half past five (b) Half past six (c) Twelve noon
10. 10.Beside the road the potter sits,
    His wheel goes round, he shapes and fits.
    A lump of clay, all wet and brown,
    Becomes a pot as it spins around.
    He dries his pots in the summer sun,
    Then bakes them hard when the day is done.
    Matkas, diyas, cups and more,
    He sells them all from his little store.
    
    What does the potter make pots from? (a) A lump of clay (b) Wood (c) Plastic
11. 11.Ding-dong goes the morning bell,
    We line up straight and sing as well.
    Ding-dong, it’s time for maths and art,
    For reading books and learning by heart.
    Ding-dong, the lunch bell rings at last,
    We open our tiffins and eat so fast.
    Ding-dong, the last bell, home we go,
    Till tomorrow’s bell, cheerio!
    
    What sound does the bell make? (a) Clickety-clack (b) Tring-tring (c) Ding-dong
12. 12.The clouds roll in, all grey and deep,
    They wake the frogs from summer sleep.
    The first drops fall on dusty ground,
    And fill the air with a pattering sound.
    The peacock spreads its tail to dance,
    The children splash at every chance.
    The thirsty fields drink up the rain,
    And everything turns green again.
    
    Whom do the clouds wake? (a) The children (b) The frogs (c) The peacocks

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