There are so many songbirds, he stops to listen, and look for the warblers, the goldfinch, and the bobolinks. So I look, too, not for the birds, but the flowers, whose names I cannot list, but for the dandelion, wild strawberry, and apple blossoms. We pass one another in silence, one overtaking the other as our focus shifts. In hushed tones, we question one another and point ... Did you hear that? Look at this. And when it's done, we chirp like song sparrows, amazed at all there is to see and hear. The story starters calendar holds great writing prompts. Get yours today, it's free!
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