Nest Eggs Poem

Next Eggs

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Nest Eggs

Birds all the summer day

Flutter and quarrel

Here in the arbor-like

Tent of the laurel.

Here in the fork

The brown nest is seated;

For little blue eggs

The mother keeps heated.

While we stand watching her

Staring like gabies,

Safe in each egg are the

Bird's little babies.

Soon the frail eggs they shall

Chip, and upspringing

Make all the April woods

Merry with singing.

Younger than we are,

O children, and frailer,

Soon in the blue air they'll be,

Singer and sailor.

We so much older,

Taller and stronger,

We shall look down on the

Birdies no longer.

They shall go flying

With musical speeches

High overhead in the

Tops of the beeches

In spite of our wisdom

And sensible talking,

We on our feet must go

Plodding and walking

Multiple Choice

This poem talks about which season?

• Winter

• Summer

• Spring

• Autumn

Multiple Choice

Before the baby birds hatch-

• they learn to fly.

• they are in blue eggs.

• they sing.

• they walk.

Multiple Choice

The eggs are frail. What do you think frail means?

• easily broken

• light blue

• very young

• large

Multiple Choice

The poet probably-

• thinks bird are mean.

• lives in the woods.

• sings like a bird.

• would like to to able to fly like a bird.