Article  How I Tell You How Can I Tell You  The earth abidith forever, Tells our scriptures of her. There will always be sun, As long as green blades are won.  By their need to reach up high, Winding around whiporwill's cry.  Go softly in your quiet stride  Ignoring pitiful persons who deride, The beauty that is there at their feet. All that is necessary to do To hold you and yours through. Perilous times with little dread,  As upon earths surface you softly tread. Then raise your eyes heavenward, For instructions on the winds will be heard, Speaking to your heart's place, You will be given the race. Added By DonnaFlood Email rlfflood@cableone.net Category Other Poetry Author Donna Flood Add To Favorites Print This Article Email Article To A Friend Post Comments   Rate This Article (1) 1 - Poor2345 - Good678910 - Excellent Added On Wed Feb 20th,2008     Relevant Images  No images have been Uploaded    Discussion Board: grhsylvester(grhsylvester@aol.com) : Thu Apr 30th,2009 03:01 am Sorry, I just found time to visit ElectricScotland and read your lovely poem. I could only rate it 10. Mr. McIntyre will not rate it any higher. Your words are very deep and I truly enjoy your spirit in writing. God bless you, George "Ray" Houston grhsylvester@aol.com Post Comments