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...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |