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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 |
It was time That I came down From the Height. The fading light Did not show Clear the Way I fear'd that I would stray From the Old Ridgeway. I stood still, Counted long the time, until Those other Worlds gave brightness To the tightness Of my sight. The White Horse Left behind, The Smith, kind, Kind enough to speed my way, By luminescent light of day, And the sound I heard As footsteps of a moving bird, Pitter patter, pitter patter, Not deafening sound, clitter clatter, But rustle of the Moving Stones, Silenced rattle of Mobile Bones, Seeking comfort of the cooling stream, Floating free in this Silver Dream. I could turn South To Giant Ring, But North I turned Where pheasants sing, With view across the open plain Where Barbury stands, Cleansed by rain. |