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Gaia Crop Circles Silbury Gate Post The Chestnuts Addington The Downs View Over Barbury Sarsen Remains Day House Lane Caractacus Stone Not What It Seems North Of Garris Gun Rith Lanyon Tinkinswood Clach Stein Grimes Graves Andromeda Calling Its A Fact Theres Always The Sun Middle Name Yemmerawanyea E.T.S.C. The Avery Hill Postman Vince Pickering Erica |
Excellency 6th September 1988 Watch This Space Biro Calligraphy The Flying Standard Female Of The Species National Tree Week Gregory Crescent Dear Prime Minister Most Glorious Majesty Early Start Scarlet Equus Butterfly Milking Time Chartwell Bird Of Prey Watch Me Skoda Stroll What To Be? Chariot The Sussex Coast The Tarn Golden Cloud Sunrise Do You... Darling |
We left the car By the quiet crossroads, And strolled, hesitant, Into the fog. No compass, No landmark In the damp grey dark. Our map A Chinese laundry mark In this land so stark. Our straight line circle route, First left, then right, Made us fretfull, mute, Until a direct thrust Between our dew dropped footprints Brought us to a stone built hut, Where, in the centre of the four doors cut, Strong and silent, Caractacus. We stood dripping, Pondering this strange sight, Hidden in the mist, No reason nor rhyme For this Roman landmark Removed to this cold clime. But praise in plenty For the forbearance Of this Stately Sentry. 890 335 |