| Donegal Poem | 
Hope Stick
image Deele River nearcomvoy credit internet
I drop a stick down from the bridge
Into the waters far below
It carries my hopes with it
To see how far my stick will go
I am hoping it will travel far
And bounce upon the eddies
Missing all those obstacles
Going straight and fast and steady
I hope the bends to navigate
In the middle of the flow
To get caught by vegetation
Means there’s nowhere left to go
My stick has now bobbed out of sight
In the sunlight’s bright reflection
I hope to see it soon again
Still going in the right direction
Not all my hopes on this stick rest
Because that would be silly
I have another in my hand
To throw into the Swilly
(Swilly is a river in Donegal Ireland)
Copyright © Robert Andrew Lyle | Year Posted 2014
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 
Loved the Hope Stick poem. My grandmother Fanny Lyle was a native of Quigley’s Point in Donegal and immigrated to the U.S. in 1909 via Ellis Island. I stumbled on this site while doing some genealogy research. Perhaps there’s a connection with the author?