Pete's Quartz

Quartz
Buried Treasure
Mecca
Its All Greek To Me
Nothing Matters
Who
Greenwich
Woolwich Tattoo
Quainton
Honeypot Farm
Eastern jewel
Master Paver
For Sukminder
Hullo
Spring
First Flight
Papilion
Trap One
Hedgehog
Blueburger
Big Softie
Hold It
Time And Tide
Five To One
Looking Glass
Seven Years Old
26.1.44.
20/20
Twenty One Again
Seventy
Seventy Two
Eighty Plus
Trophy Winners
Voices
Attaboy
All Saints
Merry Christmas
S.W.A.L.K.
Colour Bar
Routemaster
Sugar And Spice
Ultimate Power
Travelling Back
Love And Marriage
Halo
Hold Your Breath
St.Joseph's
Evening
Last Will
Boomerang
My Love
Towards the back end
Of the year When harvest is safe and sound,
When church and chapel
Are warm, and ground
Is spread with splendid flowers.
The silent feathers
Of brother owl,
Leaving towers
On night-time prowl,
Are like the mysterious
Long haired hags
Aloft on broomsticks,
Dressed in rags.

Time has stopped,
And fearsome thoughts
Pervade the mind where God has lived.
No light or good,
Only cooling wind that whistles when seived
By clinging hood
Of spiders web.

But stay.
Silky spiders and owls are not bad,
And to think so dark and sad.
The spirits that we conjure in our mind
Would sooner deal in love and action kind.
My witches and wondrous wizards all
Are straight, and beautiful, and tall.