The River Lea in rain

The River Lea creeps onwards in the rain

Deep mist be-shrouds the fields,the geese complain.

I used to love the fog in Wiillows Park

Yet I was quite fearful in the dark

The River. Lea is large it carries boats

Yet on the living water  moorhens float

Even in the rain men stand and fish.

And so the child she’ll have her wanted dish