Pete's Lammas

Lammas
Buried Treasure
PostHoles
Time Machine
Eltham Churchyard
The Pleasaunce
Well Hall Parade
Penny Royal
Court Yard
Westmount Lights
St.George's Field
King Johns Walk
The Tarn
M.P.S.
School Days
Two Into One
With A Smile
Dhillons
Two Zero One
G.L.C.
Marathon
Bouquet
Mind The Doors
M.B.E.
Birthday
Majesty
The Ganges
Whoa There
Out To Pasture
Little Richard
Hastings Pier
Flatford
Kelvedon Hatch
Kersey
Magic, Man!
Country Sounds
Microchip
Street Corner
Ambre Solaire
I,Spy
Dear Yvonne
Barry Hurley
Ron Desmond
Pumpin Iron
Ninety Years
Abbeystead
Welcome Home
My Agony
Bluebird
You
Every Day
At sight of hanging stones
Grey, exciting at long distant view,
Tension mounts, and silence reigns
Between green grass and sky so blue.

The travellers in metal boxes,
Heads swivelling for dramatic glimpse
Of prehistoric battlements,
And scientific data hints.

As oily, aromatic carriage glides
Around sweeping bend to rest,
Three white discs bump suspension coils.
Their reason few have guessed.

We marvel at the flint stone knives.
And power to raise the lintels,
And view of morning star so bright
Out shines ten million candles.
But apparent mundane base
Of tree trunks straight and tall
Are driven over, rough shod,
By visitors one and all.

When now they should be sanctified
As key to all magnificence
That winds this clock, by Ancients made,
Correct for a thousand years hence.