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
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