INTERSTATES, HIGHWAYS, BYWAYS, EXPRESS WAYS, WHERE DID IT ALL BEGIN?
PATH On Greek coast, within hear shot of pounding surf, Lies a path, old and narrow, rather like a snake, Worn like time itself, between two villages ancient, Faintly tracing, wandering line of least resistance, No design, but by happenstance, and misadventure, Never touched by civil engineer, or even machine, No one knows how old, 10,000 years or more, Started perhaps by a boy chasing a wayward goat, Cut through living rock, by feet mostly bare, Who has come this way, who has not, wishing to,... Sign in to see full entry.