
Here's the poem:
Snow falls once more this winter,
As Nature dons her enchanting gown,
Dressed in all her pure white glory,
Whilst the flakes drift slowly down,
Onto the lake and into the water,
Here a tranquil shade of blue,
Where close by the garden’s bridge,
The fish swim peacefully for you,
In their own dreams of a Time,
Where the waterwheel creaks once more,
In a stream there by the lakeside,
Of forever's placid shore.
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Sat 26 Jan 2013, 12:33,
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Snow falls once more this winter,
As Nature dons her enchanting gown,
Dressed in all her pure white glory,
Whilst the flakes drift slowly down,
Onto the lake and into the water,
Here a tranquil shade of blue,
Where close by the garden’s bridge,
The fish swim peacefully for you,
In their own dreams of a Time,
Where the waterwheel creaks once more,
In a stream there by the lakeside,
Of forever's placid shore.

at this point i was humming led zeppelin in my head
nicely made - where do you find peacock feathers nowdays out of interest? there's not many where i live that's for sure.
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Sat 26 Jan 2013, 13:36,
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nicely made - where do you find peacock feathers nowdays out of interest? there's not many where i live that's for sure.

Listened to LZ when I was writing that too! Peacock feathers from the stately homes/National Trust up here in NE Yorkshire. I've sent a copy of that poem to Jimmy Page too :)
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Sat 26 Jan 2013, 13:47,
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It's fucking snowing yet again,
As Nature dons her smashing blouse,
Whiter than white with fluorescent dye,
Bewhilst the flakes shit down in clumps,
On the manky lawn and also the pond,
In winter an inexplicable bright blue,
Where close by our MDF gazebo
The newts perform streetdance for you,
The last survivors of Atlantis,
With Anastasia and UFOs,
Gandalf, ley lines, poltergeists,
Healing crystals and arts and crafts.
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Sat 26 Jan 2013, 21:47,
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As Nature dons her smashing blouse,
Whiter than white with fluorescent dye,
Bewhilst the flakes shit down in clumps,
On the manky lawn and also the pond,
In winter an inexplicable bright blue,
Where close by our MDF gazebo
The newts perform streetdance for you,
The last survivors of Atlantis,
With Anastasia and UFOs,
Gandalf, ley lines, poltergeists,
Healing crystals and arts and crafts.