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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 |
The Castle at Dinas Proudly fortifies the High horizon, The Quoit at Mulfra, Now a radar reflector, Flashing glints of sunshine, Or black as thunder on the far side of the Moon, Commands the adjacent bosom of land. And lost, or almost so, A giant finger leaning south, A marker in this Man made boundary, A shape so clear, and massive, Of this Earth, and yet invisible. My coated sixteen fifties Had swung across this vector many times, My heart knew of its presence, A blasted tree trunk in a treeless world. But Mulfra called, Again this line glowed, Dinas, Mulfra, Carfury. When suddenly this branchless tree, This barkless trunk, This pointer on the Landscape, Gleamed its Quartz laden gleam, Brought me from my daytime dream. Sepelchre white As now the light Brights the way. My own special Ley. |