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

Floating in this soup of chalk
Nodules diamond hard
Await the knappers strong
Warm grasp.

His judging eye,
Knowing,
Measures each potatoe tuber
For size,
And weight,
And unseen texture.

His deft swung wrist
Brings sharp retort
And lightning flash
At parting fault.

The glass like sliver
With razors edge,
Glints sunshine bright
On yielding sedge.

And still the swinging arm
A blinding blurr
To shape a sawtooth blade,
Or curving cutting edge,
Or scraper to hone
The skin from bone.

This friend of wife,
This surgeons knife.

Defender of our very life.