Stuart Miller-Osborne

They come into my bookshop Just for a chat People seem to think that Because I am confident That I have all the answers When if fact I have none I often ask God for guidance As I am a lonely person as well

For a while I lived Next to an urban railway Which was not a bad thing As I was fond of trains I also loved the deep red glow Of the passing tail lights

Do you have flowers in your garden Lou Yes I have many varieties Are you aware that flowers Especially the blue ones Compose music I was aware that yellow flowers Had musical talents But was unaware of anything else Here is a book I have written on the subject What is it called The Erotic…

Even though it is only twelve minutes past eight This is the last train of the day I will be sitting in Coach D Croatia

it has rained for the first time in many weeks my drowning garden has surfaced for air

Mon nom est Mansfield

Train approaching please stand behind the yellow line Train approaching please stand behind the yellow line That is all I heard No matter the season I could have been in my bed Or enjoying a meal with my growing family Many of the passing trains did so on a screaming horn My name is Mansfield

Nobody cares So I will Enjoy this silence For as long As it lasts

I have not written For a while I now feel that My pen is quite dead

Like many of my age I was called to fight Against an enemy That I deeply cared for On the way to the front I exchanged my weapons For roses and other flowers I would kill if I had to kill As this would be my only war