I recall
How an old bough,
Ready to fall,
Blocked the woodland path.
I passed
Pushing it away
On a winter’s day
As birds sang.
The bough still hangs.
It must fall.
And I will recall
How I passed
That old broken bough
On the path
And how birds sang.
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K Morris - Poet 
I like this very much, particularly the singing birds.
Thank you Liz. I’m delighted you like it and I very much appreciate your feedback. On re-reading it, I feel that the poem would be stronger if the final stanza went, leaving just the first stanza. I’d be interested in your view on this? Many thanks.
You’re welcome, Kevin. For me, I think the second stanza adds depth to the poem.
Thank you Liz. If I ever include this poem in a future collection, I may hprint it twice (once with just the first stanza, and again with both stanzas). I haven’t done this previously. But it would, I think be interesting to do so, and I suspect I wouldn’t be the first poet who has done this. Thanks again.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
how nice
Thank you, Beth. I’m delighted you enjoyed reading my poem.
Nicely done, Kevin.
Thank you Esther. I’m pleased you like my poem.
A lovely poem, Kevin, and you show how the birds carry on singing no matter what.
Thank you Vivienne. I am pleased you like this poem of mine.