Reg was also interested in crop circles.

Here's something he wrote.

MOTHER EARTH The Truth.
By Reg Presley.

In the Summer Ninteen Ninety, when the heat was quite intense,
I draw to your attention, a chain of strange events.
Things have happened to me, and to some of my best friends,
A phenomenon is happening, and the mystery never ends.

I remember reading somewhere, of a circle in the corn,
It appeared due west of where I live, and just before the dawn.
A compelling feeling told me, that I really had to go,
So I left home fairly quickly, and drove 40 miles or so.

As I reached the Vale of Pewsey, and The White Horse on the hill,
The sight I saw beneath me, gave my bones a sudden chill.
There streched out below me, 60 metres down the field,
A pictogram of many shapes, what secrets would it yield ?

Since then I've seen so many, and walked in quite a few,
and I've the strangest feeling, that the patterns hold the clue.
I've heard so many answers, from folks who think they know,
but the truth to this enigma, unfolds very, very slow.

You must draw on all conclusions, and don't laugh at anyone,
'cause the answer is in all of us, who live beneath the Sun.
Our Mother has a problem, and a problem we have made,
and She tries to tell us slowly, in the corn She gently lays.

Younger brothers do not listen, and the time is getting short,
so Mother has to frighten us, but as a last resort.
She'll conjure up the evil winds, that will move the Seven Seas,
and move the molten mountains, and bring countries to their knees.

Then we shall see a vision, like the World has never seen,
Something will come in light and sound, to end our nightmare dream.
From that day on the world will change, in a way we know,
and those that come will help us all, to make the whole World grow.

So little men of power, who never got things right,
and are probably laughing at this now, will get the biggest fright.
Your money will mean nothing, and power's not the key,
the answer simply balance, and perfect harmony.