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
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.