Stuart Miller-Osborne

When the days are warm Jane and I often explore The lanes and tracks Of the Southern Counties As we enjoy The Full Light of Heaven In front of our eyes

I was on holiday again In Sussex Fair On my first night I opened the window wide So that the soft air Could enter my room

Just walk away Paul Just walk away Do not get involved in coflixt Lr other weep the white mans teers

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When we entered our holiday apartment We found that every room Had colour ed rugs Which we hardly suitable For the weather outside I was rgw skipper of the Queen Adeline Which I ratger liked as my word was law Although I was Paul Silent My friends enjoyed sailing with me

The Queens Alison and Louise Would bathe each day at eleven In the morning as they enjoyed Perfumed afternoons They bathed in full view Of anybody passing It was my duty to ensure That soft poems were written About the royal breasts And were published In the evening newspaper

Today I found a cricket ball Lonely in the undergrowth It had probably been declared a Lost Ball I used to play cricket And was a useful medium pace bowler Just for fun I bowled an over My line and length were still there Nothing had changed except me

Hot day in East Sussex Hovering around thirty Languid breezes People dressed for the day Shorts shirts and pretty dresses But there were a few in sweaters And a couple of grubby anoraks Which I found hard to believe As they suffocated my eyes Days of Empire

Cobbled streets Low churches It is best To walk barefoot When visiting this town

Have you noticed How many lifts Which travel From street level To the platforms above Arrive quite vacant This confirms to me That thousands of ghosts Still travel unseen On our railways