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 |
This green Cone, Shining as some giant crystal, Glowing. A magnet on this Rolling Plain, Mindfull of the Sun and Rain, And flattened in most peculiar style, All knowing. Viewed from points Across the horizon, This Topnotch Mound, Which surveyors rely on For Snakelike Path, And Tunnel Line, Appears a Geodetic Point so fine It cannot be refused. This Point of Compass, Where arcs and strokes originate To map the Sky, A facsimile of brains grey matter, Of molten Earth, Of beating heart Where blood flows by, The Meaning of our very Beginning, Clear for all to see, Here where a Saviour new Could underline The Plea. |