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
A little man with pointed ears
Dressed in a green cloth suit,
Curly toed slip on shoes,
And hip pocket holding flute.

Tall pointed hat
Perched on jet black hair,
And round open face,
Bright, without a care.

Sitting on a toadstool
Outside Orpheus door,
Entice the curious dreamers
To centre earth store.

A four legged scalier creature,
Long tail with fork like end,
Giraffe style neck with horses head,
And eagles claws to rend.

Heavyweight tread, that rings the globe.
And appetite of harvester,
Soot laden home in magma,
And leather lungs of fire raiser.

Perhaps a growing calcium column
From ceiling, or from ground,
Or slow moving glacier stream,
South where blue giants sound.

But, truth is strange
And seems like fiction when,
Page two three six eight states,
"Ethiopian People, or rarely, little wren".