Poem #6 of 6. The end of the journey.
The Old Way 6
When the square sails of the invading Romans
First appeared over the horizon,
This path was already ancient.
When the first sword was forged,
When the giant stones were placed
In mysterious alignments,
This path was already old.
Only when the great ice giants
Relaxed their grip on the land
Were these paths young.
These are paths to tread reverently,
Mindful of those countless others
Who also once passed this way.
Friend, take your place on this journey,
You are in fine company.