My hope tastes like a foreign wind carrying
Tales of joy and hope.
My hope looks like a glistening present with an even brighter future.
My hope smells like a burning fire lit to keep us safe.
My hope feels like a resting place
After the day is done.
My hope sounds like cheers of freedom
On the streets of joyful towns.
My hope is most secure in the welcoming of a
Brighter day and dreams anew.
Written by Micheal Shriane (TY) from Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, during Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Terry McDonagh, November 2022.