Survival, I know how this way. This way, I know. It rains. Mountains and canyons and plants grow. We travelled this way, gauged our distance by stories and loved our children. We taught them to love their births. We told ourselves over and over again, "We shall survive this way." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK CURIOSITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN EPISTLE TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE TO THE SHAH (2) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI ON THE DEATH OF MRS. JENNINGS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |