Apr 30

The Bright Side

**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.