Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 121 · 12 questions

Reading tip (What the poet sees and feels): Read the whole poem aloud once. Find the lines that answer the question. For feelings, look for feeling words; for meaning, read the line around the word.

1. 1.When the power goes and the night is black,
   We gather round on the old jute sack.
   Grandfather lights a candle stub,
   And tells of a tiger and her cub,
   Of a clever crow and a foolish king,
   Of a magic flute and a golden ring.
   We hardly notice the hours fly,
   Until the lights come back — oh my!
   
   What do they sit on? (a) A soft sofa (b) The old jute sack (c) A rope cot (d) A wooden bench
2. 2.The waves come running up the sand,
   They tickle toes and touch my hand.
   They leave behind a shell or two,
   Some pink, some white, and one bright blue.
   The fishing boats go out at dawn,
   And come back home when day is gone.
   The seagulls cry, the breezes blow,
   I wish I never had to go.
   
   What do the waves leave behind? (a) A fishing boat (b) A shell or two (c) Some seaweed (d) A starfish
3. 3.I made a kite of red and gold,
   With paper thin and string to hold.
   I ran across the open ground,
   And up it rose without a sound.
   It danced above the temple tower,
   It climbed and climbed for half an hour.
   Then snap! The string broke in the breeze,
   My kite flew off beyond the trees.
   
   What happened to the string in the end? (a) It got longer (b) It turned red (c) It broke (d) A bird ate it
4. 4.Round and round the wheel goes spinning,
   A lump of clay is just beginning.
   The potter’s fingers press and shape,
   A pot appears, a jar, a plate.
   He sets them out to dry in sun,
   And bakes them hard when they are done.
   From muddy earth beneath our feet,
   He makes the bowls from which we eat.
   
   What does he do to the pots after drying them? (a) Breaks them (b) Paints them (c) Washes them (d) Bakes them hard
5. 5.High in the hills where the cold winds blow,
   Our little village sleeps in snow.
   The yaks stand still with frosty hair,
   The smoke curls up in the morning air.
   We melt the ice to boil our tea,
   And count the stars that shine for free.
   The city has its lights, it’s true,
   But we have mountains, white and blue.
   
   What does the poet say the city has? (a) Its snow (b) Its mountains (c) Its lights (d) Its yaks
6. 6.With coloured powder in a tray,
   I start my rangoli at break of day.
   A dot, a line, a curve, a swirl,
   A peacock’s tail begins to twirl.
   Red and yellow, green and white,
   I fill each petal, neat and bright.
   My little brother claps with glee,
   “Now make a rangoli just for me!”
   
   What is the coloured powder kept in? (a) A tray (b) A bag (c) A bowl (d) A box
7. 7.My father’s bicycle is black and old,
   Its bell is rusty, but its heart is gold.
   It carried milk cans down the lane,
   In blazing sun and pouring rain.
   It took me to my school each day,
   And never once complained, I say.
   Now Father says it’s time to rest,
   But I still think this bike’s the best.
   
   Which part of the bicycle is rusty? (a) The chain (b) The wheels (c) The bell (d) The seat
8. 8.Tap, tap, tap on the old tin roof,
   The rain is drumming, here’s the proof.
   It patters soft, then pounds like drums,
   And then a sudden silence comes.
   A frog croaks out beneath the shed,
   My cat curls up beside my bed.
   I pull my blanket to my chin,
   And hear the music, safe within.
   
   What does the rain pound like? (a) Drums (b) Hammers (c) Feet (d) Bells
9. 9.My father’s bicycle is black and old,
   Its bell is rusty, but its heart is gold.
   It carried milk cans down the lane,
   In blazing sun and pouring rain.
   It took me to my school each day,
   And never once complained, I say.
   Now Father says it’s time to rest,
   But I still think this bike’s the best.
   
   Whose bicycle is it? (a) Father’s (b) The milkman’s (c) The teacher’s (d) Grandmother’s
10. 10.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
    They knead the dough when the sun goes down.
    They plait my hair before I go,
    They plant the seeds in a tidy row.
    They stitch my shirt when a button is lost,
    They warm my cheeks in the winter frost.
    Her hands are old, but they never rest,
    Of all the hands, I love hers best.
    
    When do her hands knead the dough? (a) At midnight (b) When the sun goes down (c) At noon (d) In the early morning
11. 11.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
    They knead the dough when the sun goes down.
    They plait my hair before I go,
    They plant the seeds in a tidy row.
    They stitch my shirt when a button is lost,
    They warm my cheeks in the winter frost.
    Her hands are old, but they never rest,
    Of all the hands, I love hers best.
    
    What do her hands do when a button is lost? (a) Stitch my shirt (b) Plait my hair (c) Knead the dough (d) Plant the seeds
12. 12.My father’s bicycle is black and old,
    Its bell is rusty, but its heart is gold.
    It carried milk cans down the lane,
    In blazing sun and pouring rain.
    It took me to my school each day,
    And never once complained, I say.
    Now Father says it’s time to rest,
    But I still think this bike’s the best.
    
    What colour is the bicycle? (a) Silver (b) Blue (c) Red (d) Black

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