Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am staying on a French farm With the Robert cousins Alpha Cresta and Crumb It is a working holiday In name only As mostly we walk swim and sing In future years We will all remember These gentle summer days with many great affections Joe

I am writing a history of the Thompson Building Which was designed by my father before I was born It is one of New York’s most famous buildings I am working to a very strict deadline As my publisher wants to release my book On the sixtieth anniversary of the presidents visit

I live with my family on a regional station My father is the stationmaster Due to its southern location My town becomes very hot This makes it hard to sleep So I watch the night trains Speed through the station From the window of my room During these long nights I often listen to the […]

I found a happy pebble On a scalding summer beach I did not question its emotions

I am not talking about myself As there is nothing very pretty about me My subject is the huge beach near my home I last saw it on a cold winters day And there was nothing remotely beautiful About the course wastelands that greeted me I have just returned from my lovely beach With the […]

Marie had chosen to summer on a farm She had been allocated light duties As she was at times prone to laziness The annoyed her elder sister Sammi Suu Who enjoyed the hard work of the fields But they did share the love of petals Brushing up against them As they explored The Ice Blue […]

My gown fell open as I opened the door I was embarrassed for a moment As I knew Madame Rich very well But she ignored my morning clumsiness Are the petals of these roses dyed My fingers are lightly stained Their colours are beyond beautiful But why is such beauty false I am a moderate […]

Whilst I was in that bookshop I found a book that interested me What was the subject of the book It was about the cinema of France And discusses why French films are unique There is a chapter that studies the films of summer Perhaps there is a more accurate title for my book La […]

I found an old bookshop in Paris Which was everything I wanted it to be Dusty cluttered and in no particular order It was whilst there that I found a small book Full of black white and moody photographs I purchased it immediately for my lovely wife Who has featured in many of my happier […]

The temperature reached 30.5C In Frittenden yesterday I have a friend in the village Named Monica Rose Smith Who rang me yesterday evening And told me how very beautiful The fields of the local buttercups were