A grassy field.
Watching the ladybird.
Worth it's salt.
A trip to Jerusalem.
Stonehenge
free.
I wished to forget who I was and entertain the young
hippies.
A little corner shop.
They're playin' our tune.
Fall again.
A merry trip.
I fell
asleep on Cader Idris.
Red Kites.
The Lichfield Bower.
What it is.
Flowing with
rhymes.
Full moon day.
Abundance.
Shostakovich's 6th.
Turn and turn
about.
On a wing
and a prayer.
Mad, bad and dangerous
to know.
Happy birthday
mum.
A walk
through summer.
I wasn't there.
New year
2003.
For the glory
of.
And
every summer we bloom.
The silver ring.
Captain Trips and the
showground sacrament.