**This is a found poem that I made from the book Free Verse by Sarah Dooley**
It’s morning,
The kind with red sunrise. And
the sky leans low and the sun
comes out.
The mountains are dotted with trees
greener than green. Clouds wisp by.
We’re walking in a high meadow–
there are flowers.
Under the blanket of summer bugs,
we spin around, laugh like happy people.
There is faraway laughter, wedging itself
into my heart.
It’s morning,
The kind with red sunrise. And
the sky leans low and the sun
comes out.
The mountains are dotted with trees
greener than green. Clouds wisp by.
We’re walking in a high meadow–
there are flowers.
Under the blanket of summer bugs,
we spin around, laugh like happy people.
There is faraway laughter, wedging itself
into my heart.
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