Roads Of Yore Poem by Trace Skye

Where do they lead, these roads of yore?
Where once a mighty army tread.
Those who stood before. Uncountable.
Advancing astutely on ahead.
Heavily armed. A mighty legion.
Their walls defending cities
Young - yet able to fight the fight.
Those men with such audacity.
Now barren roads.  No soul you'll see you
Once oxen roamed. Wildflowers bloomed.
The ancient road holds history, of those
who faced impending doom.
The mighty fallen. Long departed.
Embedded in the ground below.
The roads of yore so deeply rooted.
Unfolds a story of long ago.