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 Stone Age man Who never quite made A home of stone, Knew how to sniff The way From oasis to oasis, alone. Had even then, Long before our Rings of Quartz, His Shining Place. A beacon in the Wastelands. His own House of Grace. He did not waste The insects, birds and creatures, Who in their turn Would obliterate his features When minute life was done, As still the Sun Regenerates. He found his honey and his milk Where beetle and snake found theirs Where marsupials, and their ilk, Overcame their fears. A stick, an axe, a coat of skin To keep the warmth of Summer in, His eyes appreciate the scene, His brain full with Ancient knowledge keen, And heart aware That God, at last, And with great care, Will hold him close. Eltham Churchyard |