Acrostic (A New Hope Rises) Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A ll of us believe in something, want

N othing of the old politics; to
E rase the ways of the past and
W ash away the yesterdays. We

H old onto a promise of change that might
O pen new doorways to the future and
P repare a new path for other generations to
E nter into their own age. As a

Ripened tree bears fruit,
I nch by inch we will find our feet;
S tand steady and speak in one voice
E voke our freedom to vote and
S elect a leader worthy of our trust.