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 |
If I could not be a Whale, Free to sail The Seven Seas, To wander north beyond the equator, Answer to only one Dictator, Always travel in gentle tide, No more the urgent need to hide, If I could not be a Whale, I would fly. If I could not be a Condor, On flight of splendour, Tracing a life Above the Andes, Flying to and from the Pole, Firm but gentle in my role, Gamekeeper of both fowl and mole, If I could not be a Condor I would walk. If I could not be an Elephant On munching migration, Warding off tuskless extinction, Wallowing mud bath, Family footpath, I think that perhaps I'd be Planted firm, a Bristle Cone Pine, Or a Pillar of Quartz, One of a Line. Maybe, Next time around, I will be a Burial Mound. |