Go through the mud to the Old Path. It is muddy and overgrown With brambles and nettles Which sting my bare legs Push aside the cut willow discarded on it By the slippery bit where “you might fall”. Go through the mud to the Old Path By the river. The new path is straight, Regularly mown, Six feet wide Recommended A thicket of willow, brambles and nettles ten feet high squats between it And the old path. Go through the mud to the Old Path By the river The rotting fingerboard at its mouth Says “The Way”.