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 |
Quickly across The Causeway Looking neither left nor right To the Pupil of this Peninsular, The source of Radiated light. In the hillock strewn meadow land Amongst the modern bungalow, The Fallen Stones, rusty and grey, Buried, still emit Their glow Is this a Ring, A Flattened Circle in shape of egg, A Sky T.V. reflector, A cloned dish from off the peg, A source of power, A magnetic electron gun? The answer somewhere here To aid our journey to the Sun. If these Brave Stones Can stimulate our gradual waining brain, If these Dead Rocks Grow where there is no growing grain, If these Natural Chunks Can show us how to proceed, Lets go, Lets go, Lets go. Indeed. Bayble Eye Peninsular Isle of Lewis. NB 516 318 |