Pete's Gaia

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
You cry out in pain
At acid rain
And bend the stalk
Of golden grain,
A giant teardrop
On the counterpane
Of Wiltshire.

You cry out in rage
In this Atomic Age
And bend the stem,
Cause much mayhem
With many splashes,
As cyclone lashes
Hampshire.

You cry for help
At dying kelp,
And make your mark
On this great Park
With rings and curls,
As Virus unfurls,
On Britain,
You writhe and squirm
And desperate turn,
The clouds fold back,
The skies lustre lack,
Your face a torment
As illness ferment
On this Earth.

You cry out,
We hear your voice,
Your pain so strong
We have no choice,
Your life or mine,
I'll pay the fine.
Forgive me.