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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 |
Before the Ordnance Survey map Made travel an open book, We moved from stone on top of hill And across flat bottomed brook By lining up these man-marked points, Using a shepherds crook. Those first surveyors knew that stars Kept their firmament place, Although the circular wandering Produced a frowning face, Soon point was fixed at spot in time, To give mathematical base. So tracks were keyed on upper ground, Made in eye, not worn by feet, (There were too few in far off time), To voyage in the mid-day heat, And in the dark. Beacon Hill Showed bright where tracks might meet. Later, with strolling cattle path And boundaries made out in curve, Ancient line was forced from mind As wanderers had to swerve. And many life long nomads Lost their instincts nerve. Now way is signed clear ahead With finger and pointing arrow, Again we travel in straight line From tower tall to steeple narrow, And pass, like waiting sleeping dog Beyond the hedgerow, ley line barrow. |