for certain places . history always crosses . paths with legacy
there are odd places . quietly maintained, and life . is that much better
for those who follow . after the first tracks are laid . the path is clearer
i don’t know the names . but i might know the stories . they each left behind
some will leave their mark for everyone to see the rest, in private
some are obvious others are more obscure; but we each leave our mark
what is leftover after the celebration is its legacy