Pete's Solstice
Solstice
Standstill
Buried Treasure
Simon
Claire
One More Candle
Judith
Silver Spoon
Weggie
Man
Henwick Road School
Eltham Baths
After School
StationMasters House
Ridgebrook Terrace
End Of The Line
Foxhole Cottage
Anyone For Tennis
Plantagenet
Thames Barrier
O Horse
Carnivore
Corvus Corone Corone
Troglodyte Troglodyte
Navigator
Earth Mover
No Time
Doctor Doctor!
One Degree Under
Sten Gun
We Trained
Donner Und Blitzen
Friday Night
Post
Legionnaire
Motor100
Two Tone
Jump Jet
BenLomond
Metamophis
Good God
Now
Advanced Level
The Wall
Unsuccessful
Masochists
Woden
Nagasaki
EarlyToBed
BlessTheBride
Dead is Dead
A Penny For Them
My Old Dutch
Hush
Those rugby shirt clad creatures
Bumbled from the hive,
Appeared to wander aimlessly,
With mind but half alive,
Staggered from each dripping bloom,
Ending climb with dive,
To come in sight a different hue
Covered wide in honey dust,
And swerved their way to home,
To prepare that super special crust.

The Pleasaunce pasture,
Bedecked with flower and fern,
And vistas new at cross of path
And every subtle turn,
With moat at empty band stand,
And table flat green bowl,
While beyond the Barn of brick, built,
Tall aitch shaped, white paint, goals
And rusting in the buttercup land
Long wooden handled roll.

This establislaed English garden,
Safe behind green metal wall,
Doomed to lose a special corner
Close to glass frame hall
And tiny citizens, no interest in radials,
Drone away to sweeten day,
Rest on my hand, homeward bound,
Know nothing of my dismay
That in their short gold span of life
Their combs will all be swept away!