The Land of Story Books
Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
The Land of Story Books
Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
Now with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark alon the wall,
And follow round the forrest track
Away behind the sofa back.
There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunters camp I lie,
And play at books 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 thier 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.
Literary
Consultant
Rubrics
and Why We use Them
- Children should read silently for a set period of time everyday.
- Children should be given choice in their reading materials.
- Parents need to model reading in the home.
