Maybe hope is like a breath | ’S dòcha gu bheil dòchas mar anail

By Lynsey, Kima, Kenny, Jill, , Karen and Anna

Hope? Nope.

‘Hope springs eternal’

I don’t know what that means

and where does it come from?

I lost my hope

I got sorrowful for an ecosystem of the past

that’s not coming back.

There are houses by the bypass

called ‘green pastures meadow’

There’s no meadow to be seen

it’s a concrete lie.

Hope takes me beyond thought

Hope takes me beyond reason

Hope takes me further than courage

Hope takes me further than I can see.

I know what gives me hope -

if the flora and fauna could vote!

Dear Earth, I couldn’t live without you.

Planting for future generations

I hope to be a good ancestor.

What makes hope more palatable?

to be full -

to be hopeful.

A wag of a tail

A child’s smile

A new-born baby’s cry

Pockets of joy on a spring morning

Coiseachd sìos Rathad na Stèisean

Coimhead air taobh na sràide flùraichean

Chaidh an planntachadh air a’ choimhearsnachd

(Walking down Station Road

Looking at the side of street at flowers

That were planted by the community)

Maybe hope is like a breath

Your trust allows me to breathe:

the hope of the in-breath

and the promise of the out

The rising of the sun

and the setting of the sun:

we know, well, we’re almost certain

the day will start again.