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
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.