POEM: Silk Road Posted on June 30, 2019 by B Gourley the carcass of an ancient inn rests in a valley green weary voyagers would long trudge by the time it was seen through a pass and round a bend shaded by stark snow-caps caravans moved by sight and coots without a guide or maps Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related