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 talk to me
Of megalithic Yards
And Angle of Declension,
This way to Moonrise, and Capella,
But no mention
Of how my heart sings
When I see the Cup Marks, and the Rings
For real.

There
The Great Bear and Ursa Major,
Circumpolar extravaganza.

Here
My feet above the ground,
For I have found
In Caithness, Wiltshire, and Lands End,
Where Stately Stones, in line and bend
Create Their magic in my mind.

It may be written black and white
In Oxbridge and The Society,
But the Real Truth, plain to see,
Is written on my heart.
For Truth is nothing without feeling,
And these Rocks, so appealing,
Their naturalness
Cannot be ignored.