Pete's Equinox

Equinox
Buried Treasure
CUBIT
Long Mynd
Liverpool
Castlerigg
Luss
Glencoe
Bali Hai
Misty Isle
New Pots For Old
Crimson Carriage
Time Lock
Home Port
Suliven
Caithness
Myd Clyth
Helmsdale
Loth
Penny Pieces
Bridges Borealis
Mindful
A Level
Goodbye
Twenty
Water Carrier
Good Morning
Swimming
Cats and Dogs
Tidy Mind
Counting House
Travelling Man
This Side of the Curve
No Letters
Progress
Dear Ex. Ed.
Music Makers
Last Day
MMMMM
Superman
Shazaam
Day Dream
Thorpe Station
Exit
Non Sense
Our Father
Ernest
Amen
Once Upon A Time
Think That It Might
Fifty Fifty
Together
NoNeed
Enchantment
Yeah Yeah
Walking on the harbour
With only boats and birds alive,
We saw a seagull at the nets,
To take its food, strain and strive.

Perched upon the gunwale,
Cocking head and blinking eye,
Stepping lightly round the trap,
Loosing strident, frustrated cry.

Its dinner firmly held at gill,
With strand of net made tight
As shrinking, drying wind raised up,
By fast approaching night.

It surely would be easier
To fly, and dive, and hold
A silky silver submariner
Than this jigsaw to unfold.

But round and round,
Head up, then down,
Round and round again,
Pulling, pushing, drying thready
Visible strain on brain,
Until, with luck, a lapping sea
Releases weight, as wave
Lifts up this creaking larder,
Gives prize to competitor brave.