Summer Day

Summer Day By Sarah Fienberg The grass is green. The air is clear. I sit in the shade of a tall tree. Frogs croak. Crickets crick. A fat fly buzzes near my ear. I watch as a brave bug climbs up a big blade of grass. Then I see one of his pals cross a creek. He floats on a flat little leaf. A drop of rain breaks the spell. All the critters run home to dry off. Then the rain picks up. So I run home to dry off, too. ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Passage provided under license from Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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