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
When the Land slipped
And left exposed the Stone,
When the streams grew
And made the curving hone,
When the trees pointed to the Stars,
When Man first knew of Mars,
He needed not iron bars.

He needed not the corrosive metal
To keep this Land in such fine fettle,
The warming Sun and Standstill moon
Enough to warm and light each room.

But Animals,
Such free spirits as they are,
Heed not the boundary,
Travel far.
Then the Farmer draws the line,
And with stick and length of twine
Marks the squares and rectangle shape,
On this rolling, natural, landscape.

He stood up Rocks
Five thousand years before
To plot the Seasons and the Sky,
And later when these Pieces wandered
And Man could not remember why,
He used them for his House of Clay,
And for his gateway to open land
Where all Gods creatures are free to fly.

Church House
Wrotham
Kent