Hot water

The sluggish water has no  wish to run

It wants to idly dawdle in the sun

 The cows need water so much that they rage.

The fish swim on, they feel well disengaged

The river Lea starts high in Chiltern hills

It runs seaward past old flour mills

The power of water stolen,put to use

As fruit is plundered for its flesh and juice

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