THIRD TERM PROMOTIONAL EXAMINATION  CLASS: PRIMARY 4                               SUBJECT: LITERATURE

 

 

THIRD TERM PROMOTIONAL EXAMINATION 

CLASS: PRIMARY 4                               SUBJECT: LITERATURE

NAME:………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Answer all questions

Fill in the gaps

My mother

Who ___________ and ______________ my infant bed

When ___________________ on my cradle bed

And tears of _______________ affection shed _______    __________________

 

  • How many stanzas are there in the above poem _______________________________

 

  • What type of tears did she shed ____________________________________________

 

  • Who was watching the baby _______________________________________________

 

Theory

  • Write the title of five poems

(a) ________________________________            (b) ________________________________

(c) ________________________________            (d) ________________________________

(e) ________________________________

 

  • Write out  any one  poem

 

 

Title: “A Mother’s Love”

My mother dear, so gentle and kind,
Rocked and cradled my infant bed,
When darkness fell and dreams did unwind,
And tears of pure affection shed.

In her arms, I found solace and peace,
Nestled snugly on my cradle bed,
Her love for me would never cease,
A bond unbroken, the words unsaid.

She shed tears of joy and of worry,
As she watched me grow day by day,
Her love, a constant, unwavering flurry,
Guiding me along life’s winding way.

Stanzas: There are four stanzas in the above poem.

Type of tears shed: Tears of pure affection.

The baby was being watched by the mother.

Theory:

(a) “Whispering Winds”
(b) “Silent Echoes”
(c) “Dancing Shadows”
(d) “Eternal Melodies”
(e) “Nature’s Symphony”

Sample poem:

Title: “Whispering Winds”

Whispering winds through the ancient trees,
Carrying secrets on the gentle breeze.
They tell tales of love and of loss,
Of dreams fulfilled and aching hearts’ toss.

In nature’s embrace, they softly sigh,
A symphony of whispers floating high.
Their murmurs touch the deepest soul,
Filling the air with stories untold.

Listen closely to their mystical voice,
Let their wisdom be your guiding choice.
For in their whispers, truth may be found,
A sacred language, forever profound.

 

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