Crazy mixed up poem

Echo & Narcissus Monaco Cowboys all were leaving town
Listening to the wind blowing now the circus has come down
The words of that song by Dylan are but reflections
Of how we perceive things? Then colour them in.
Gone down the shoot to the garbage bin
Away with the Fairies from those steps that I was born
As the as the sun shone crisply on that cold & frosty morn
To the north snow reflected in Langdale as I sat neath a tree
The whole decent world of inner contemplation
As the train left the station I looked her in the eye
As it flowed past Sell another coal field I thought that I would cry
Land of water sweeter than wine to salt sea waders
And the odd Seal invaders sunning near Furness Abbey
Overseen by an old tramp looking quite shabby
Its still today as that time long ago changes towards tomorrow
An old beggar with sorrow knocks on your door wanting to borrow
An of cup of tea & the Mad Hatter threw another party
As King Hal slept in torment because old Furness Abbey was gone
But I wandered to the fringes for a deep internal view of beyond the Mad Hatter's tea & biscuit or a bun
I was old Father William the young man said who stood on his head
And fell from the ceiling into his bed
Hear Ends vendetta of the first lesson; so just listen in
That was a poem that I threw in the bin.
Dave