The Greenway

The Greenway lies on top of the sewer.
Laid down in belief that the grass brings newer
Paths to trample, routes from here to there.
Avoiding the streets and breathing fresh air,
From Newham to Bow.

Who thought we ever could find bright plants,
Trees and woods, giving homes to bees and ants,
And the sewers of London could give such a gift
Brightening our lives, without even a sniff
Of what lies below.