Roads like these sometimes last…
Old Tavern Road
Two centuries long, time parts his company
Returning home, from being lost on thirsty waters
To make a wild north sea, once more on a morrow’s tide
In stepping down to, a long since forgotten place
Where Old Tavern Road, it lies there up above
A walk for miles, where short stone walls they line
Each rolling step, over hills and down through dales
To where she rests, beside the ruin, these old tavern walls
As weather pales, muddy footprints gather in a day
All waiting patiently, as long-lost clan, they congregate
Collected with each passing storm, on Old Tavern Road
Pausing, for a once long-lost shipwright to return his way.
A small poem that escaped on passing by this image in the inter realms.