Misneach

What is it about this word
From a dead language
That rolled off the tongues
Of your ancestors?
It propels all things,
Informs all things,
From flower to newborn.
Be up and doing.
Here's to the one who rallies,
The one who puts his chin up
And presses on —
With goodness in his heart.
Misneach, say it loud with
A Scottish burr.
Learn to labor,
Learn to hope.