A poem about the historic silk road
A road and a story as old as time,
Asia and Europe crossing a line,
bridging divides between people and culture,
crisscrossed with danger, predators and vultures.
Dusty and hot, snowy and cold,
lined with silk and incense and gold.
Through valley high and river deep,
the road is so long and no time to sleep,
goods to buy, to sell and exchange,
travelling by horse days out on the range.
Riches in person, in life and in spirit,
life’s an adventure, go out and live it.