Keep On!

The way ahead is
    Slick on ice;
The firm hand on my
    Arm feel very nice!

I'm tired and weary
    My steps are slow,
The hand keeps
    Helping me, so I can go.

"Come on, buck up."
    It grips me tight,
I've got you secure
    With all my might!

We've a job to do!
    We've far to tred!
My word is this
    Dark, lost land to spread!

By: Nell Williams 1998