Pete's Sacred Space

Sacred Space
These Stones
I Cannot Believe
Quartz
Buried Treasure
Hearts Of Stone
Oh Brother!
Great Court
Eltham Churchyard
Greenwich
Gaia Project
Countless Stones
Woden
C.N.D.
Avebury
The Sanctuary
Silbury Hill
Hanging Stone
Waylands Smithy
Cloud Busting
Lambourne Seven
Post Holes
Stonehenge
Stanton Drew
Pagan
Glastonbury
Rollright
Owersyll
Pentre Ifan
Castlerigg
Mid Clyth
Ballantrushel
Stoned
First At last
IWRBAM TTTTEOT
Time Machine
Star Voyagers
Kersey
Ley Hunter
The Longest Day
Solstice
Standstill
All Saints
Winter
Armistace
Callanish
Stones
Straightlines
Cathedral
Once Upon A Time
Takes Away
Not Our First
Time Lock
Peace
Keep On Running
Hear This
Finally
Through giant wishbone of entrance gate,
Turn from well worn path ahead,
Take shadow way to quiet place,
Though carefull make each searching tread,
To burst out blue, in field of green
Where tall black trees stand guard,
And walk knee deep in sleeping ghosts
Across this great church yard.

See staring eyes above the wall
In driverless upstairs bus,
As unwary feet snap branch
To blackbirds shock shrill fuss,
Here and there a monument
With white word marble black,
Some with snail shells broken wide
To give friend feather snack.

Each spreading mound with head of grey,
Retaining wall all moss,
Is all that life now shows
Of families great loss,
This history book contains such names
And loving words that please,
But Celtic Cross is out of place,
And planted just to tease.

Perhaps it marks an ancient track
Leyed down from Palace site,
For travellers, from Wilmington,
To pass at dead of night,
And cross the new formed river,
At straight line west to east,
To join. at time of gammas.
The priesthood at their feast.

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