Stuart Miller-Osborne

Were becoming much later No longer was there Just four hours on the clock When she slipped in beside me

Slowly Barbara’s adored summer was beginning to fadeShe was now wearing jeans instead of thin cotton shortsGone were her crimson sneakers and lightweight sandalsHer shirts were becoming thicker and far less colourfulThe days although bright were getting shorter And the breezes sharper during her morning runs

this society for which is enclosed with my best be away for a few days let me have a line or some more cards Where did you find these They were in the book That I purchased this morning What was the title of the book Ivanhoe Green Did you know That the main Jewish…

Due to the hot weather The night flies are gathering Around the station lamps I thought that I would Share this with you Geraldine

each year i vanish and record wars not many people know or really care

Sir You asked for my audience Captain Wilberforce How nice of you to come Please take a chair That is okay As I have plenty Enough for the whole platoon That is if we had a platoon Then please sit on my only knee I will if you do not touch me As I really…

My bus is very crowded Which I do not welcome I am the only Englishman On this interesting bus A Spanish girl named Alba Is sitting next to me She speaks very little English Although she tells me That her name means Dawn Her brother recently died in Oporto But she was unable to make…

I live in a lock keepers cottage With Janice and our two dogs It is obviously situated near The Kennet and Avon Canal Ours is an idyllic situation Which was horribly spoilt By a drunken couple Whilst I was walking Pippa Just before her bedtime last week It was not something That I wanted my…

I am in a cafe in Marrakesh It is late and only half full Space solitude and time Seem to fill my thoughts This is my last day in Morocco

When I was a child This was a busy beach It is so deserted now The endless erosion Has made it unpredictable