MATERIAL WITNESS � Lary ([email protected]) She glides along our days in ghostly flight; a silver wraith, with softly beating wings. She hovers patiently -- not with delight, but harnessed to a weight that duty brings. Her voice is clear, her eyesight keen; she dwells in echelons where shadows cannot hide. She prods us; points the way where virtue spells a well-marked course upon the swelling tide. The pounding of the waves does not disperse her echo nor obstruct her steady aim. Yet some will try to crush her heart; they'll curse the tremor of her touch, her very name. But those who'd turn from Conscience should beware, for on the Day of Judgment, she'll be there. � Laryalee Fraser Along Poetry Creek http://www.sunwave.net/~laryalee/home.htm This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!