Hope By Sidney Rusdal


Hope is that tree on the side of a cliff face.

Hanging on and growing.

Hope is closing your eyes and swinging the bat.

Swinging the bat and hitting a homer.

Hope is hunting.

Looking for elk you’ve never seen

And getting the prize bull.

Hope is fishing with a bass lure

And getting a pike.


Hope and pray.

That’s all you gotta do.