💖 Paths 💖

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”.