The Path of a Road

I remember the world before all the people and cars. The animals lived in peace and harmony with the land. I was the lifeline to places both near and far. It was a time which you may never understand. I led the way for early settlers to cross to the west, Trying to give them a smooth and trouble-free ride. There were plenty of places along the way to rest, In little towns that sprouted up on either side. As the years went by, the world was in a hurry, So I was covered in gravel and stone, and then paved. During the war, interstates were made to ease the worry, And many others like me would never be saved. The quaint little communities that once were thriving Became dusty old ghost towns almost overnight. I became riddled with weeds that would not stop growing, And soon I was deserted; out of mind, out of sight. My glory days returned through a short-lived t.v. show, And people remembered where they used to get their kicks. If a trip down memory lane is where you want to go, Then keep me alive by taking a drive down Route 66.