This session our S1 pupils have undertaken a range of activities to celebrate our building’s centenary year.
Pupils have attended lectures by local historian David Mullane and gone on walking tours with local historian Ann Laird. We learned about the history of Hyndland’s architecture and its residents.
Pupils wrote haikus in which they shared their impressions of our community and our school. Please read and enjoy their work…
Rails screamed louder
And louder when the train passed.
Screeching, scratching rails
by Jamie McDonald
I went to the shop
I saw the sizzling sausages
They smelled lovely.
by Mitchell Dickson
The windows simmer
in the sun’s glorious shine.
Bird song in summer
by Danielle Stomboli
Flowers are blooming,
bursts of colours come alive,
fragrant smells around us.
by Amy Kelly
Labyrinthine maze:
few exits, thousands of people
rushing towards you.
by Jamie Montgomery
Busy, friendly, warm,
memories for life are here,
supportive, safe, homely .
by Lucy Morrison
One hundred years since
the Alirle building opened
we keep flooding in.
by Michael Gallagher
All the older kids
with bags of chips—what a smell!
Gie’za chip, big man?
by Ursula Grant
Hyndland school
The bell will go. Kids will grin
Lunch time has come.
Traffic grows, cars pass
People laughing and smiling
Cyclists cycle.
Smell the vinegar
Feel all the greasy chips
Taste the warm chips.
Trains passing you by
Smell the fuel from the station
Hear the doors opening…
by Hannah Smith
As the traffic grew
As the cars tooted their horns
And people walking.
by Aaron Quartey
Here comes the brown train.
The train tracks shine in the sun
Slowly I hop on
The bakery shines
The smell of cakes through the door
I crave a fresh cake.
by Ella Clements
Buzzing with people
in the hive of the hallways:
busy Hyndland bees.
by Ciara Strachan
The best place to learn
is not in a monk’s temple,
it is our great school.
by Mitchell Seager
Collage of colours:
many parks and shops busy,
many strong buildings.
by Niamh Hardie
Hyndland: not only
a secondary but a
neighbourhood as well.
by Haris Kamal
A community,
its history important,
all of us equal.
by Katie Macdonald
Outside: blue, breezy.
Inside: hushed, motivated,
class focused and fun.
by Amrose Shah
Hyndland Secondary
Full of brightness and passion,
large, exciting, new.
by Lola Smillie
Hyndland: big and bright,
big place, big hearts, amazing.
That’s where your heart grows.
by Jodie Willis-New
I know where you live,
you know where I live, in this
community: ours.
by Daniel McLaughlin
Hyndland is awesome,
a mix of plants and buildings
and secret places.
Hyndland Secondary
is the best school in Glasgow,
although I get lost!
by Torrin McQueen
Wasps, bees everywhere,
People whizzing by my hair,
Pupils eating chips.
Bradford’s sausage rolls
The sizzle the lovely smell
Tapping on my teeth.
by Paul McArthur
Hyndland Houses
The houses are old
With all the stories they hold
Waiting to be told.
Teenage swarm
When the school bell goes
a big swarm of teenagers
Pour out of the doors.
by Abigail Colley
Bright brick tenements
Cars roaring past great buildings
Red sandstone jungle.
Hyndland Station trains
Zooming past tenements
Waiting for our stop.
Bradford’s sausage roll
Sizzling greasy smell. Yum!
The taste is perfect.
by Mollie Keith
Seasons will arrive,
The horizon will change again.
Hyndland: so much beauty.
The trees and roots spread.
The seed is growing with time.
Hyndland leaves have come.
by Sumet Dhami
These tall, lush, green trees
Surround the whole neighbourhood,
red stone everywhere.
by Daisy Douglas
A child looks out
from a classroom window, sees
tenement jungle.
Tenement jungle
Lies silent and still amongst
green and shifting trees.
Everything lies still,
silent, until a bell rings
and the laughter starts.
by Emma Clarke
Neat garden, by the
Steep steps, up to the oak door:
Hyndland tenement
by Kitty McNeill
People weeping by
Eager to get on their way
Beep . . . and the train leaves.
Cupcakes decorated,
Displayed in the window
Smells wafting near.
by Maya Cooper
Smell of food lures me
In to see the sausage roll
I just can’t resist
Raindrops are falling
On the tenement houses
A place called Hyndland
by Edie Parry
Red light slowing cars,
Horns honking, people walking.
Hyndland is buzzing.
by Anna Murray
Hyndland is friendly,
Hyndland’s a community,
Hyndland: wonderful.
by Rachel O'Donnell
The sun shines on me
so high and bright in the sky–
cool under the tree.
by Orla Quinn
There are many great
neighbourhoods in Glasgow, but
the best is Hyndland.
by Angus Storey
Scoring goals, top
players running around. Goal!
Corner! Header! Goal!
by Jon Harris
Traffic running round
Like a mouse chasing the cheese,
rushing everywhere.
The long train passed by
Full of people coming out
in the big station.
by Leon Cheng
Raindrop, a pearl drop,
shakes, shivers in the cold wind
on a sandstone wall.
by Orla Docherty
The sun peeps through the
white clouds, shining on the park
where the kids have fun.
by Mirren Jennings
Hyndland, so friendly,
big and welcoming to us…
I adore this place.
by Isaac Jeon