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
Will these stately stones
Still be here when Henry is a myth,
These stones that stand on Rounded Hill,
A fortress before Mid Clyth?

These palace bricks, red and square,
Builded here on field once bare,
Cool cellars obliterating Ancient Man,
Burial clambers that left no plan.

No heaped up chalk,
No bones for carbon date
No rubble spoil,
No precise date with plus or less.

These wails of Bek's design
Protect the Crown of England,
These self some walls
Rewrote the history planned,
Erased the sculptured landscape,
Replaced Long Barrow mound,
These hand made tiles
That echoed to harpsicord sound.

Will these Royal Rocks
Atone for desecrated site,
Will they live forever,
Always resound with Englands might?

Eltham Palace