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...ASKING FOR ROSES by ROBERT FROST THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PEACE AND SHEPHERD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AUTUMN IN THE WEALD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |