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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 |
Our urban garden, long and narrow, With tall brown fence, no room for barrow, Lost in shrubs and tree, Tall and slender, Spikey and free. All from off cuts, Or stones from fruit Saved from dishes, Buried like loot, All spoken to with love And asked to grow not tall Still strain skywards, Heed not the warning call. This jungle, Where juicy, fat bodied spiders, Long legged, weave their traps, Where bumble bees accept my help, Where fox sleeps, and Gemma naps, Where the Sycamore spores its young Propellor shaped, far and wide, Where Lawsonias, tent shaped, Tremble as blackbirds hide. Here where our Silver Birch Reduced from shimmering totem pole To a coppice of waving branches, A single forest is our goal. For Valerie Holland Pinnell Road Eltham |