Step 24-Poetry comprehension

The Land of Story-Books 
by R.L. Stevenson

At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.

Now, with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest track
Away behind the sofa back.

There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie,
And play at books that I have read
Till it is time to go to bed.

These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to drink.

I see the others far away
As if in firelit camp they lay,
And I, like to an Indian scout,
Around their party prowled about.

So when my nurse comes in for me,
Home I return across the sea,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Story-books.

The Land of Story-Books

1. The poem ‘The Land of Storybooks’ is written by:

2. Time of the day, mentioned in the poem is:

3. The parents sit around the fire and…

4. The child crawls and pretends to…

5. The child imagines he is in a…

6. There is a river by whose brink…

7. So when the nurse comes for me…

8. When the child is going to sleep he/she is still thinking about…