CCSS.ELA-LITERACY.RL.8.10

The Call The telephone rings endlessly. This is insane! Anxiety hits my stomach, Then rises up through my body. Will he pick up? Butterflies roar. Does he care? Oh, no . . . Breathe. Click. Someone’s there. Who? His sister maybe? No. It’s him . .
My Backyard My backyard breathes life! The plants gather the sunlight with bending and reaching arms. Trailing vines hold onto the fences with curling fingers. The tall grasses and ferns dance around the garden.   A hummingbird rapidly flutters, waving good morning as she drinks the nectar from the shining smiles of colorful flower heads.   The wind whispers as she passes, telling me everything she has seen as she softly lays down the seeds she has carried.