The lawns of Waltham Abbey are burning, burning brown
Harald’s dust lies here in holy ground.
The river Lea is flowing clear and green
Full of little fishes quite unseen
But there are predators evolve to eat
Tiny fish embody what is sweet.
The bones are fragile, elegant
And neat.
Do such fish have names we cannot speak?
The fish smile on while we play hide and seek
How my heart speaks 