Stuart Miller-Osborne

Before I took up arms I was an artist I designed the tall wooden posts That were sunk on the main beach Traitors were chained To their places of execution And were drowned by the tide These posts can still be seen But have of late been used For recreational purposes War is Kind

I am collecting driftwood once again There is an endless supply It has been a bountiful war

Small narrow sheltered bays Much loved during the kinder months Tidal creeks full of memories Recesses in a coast Are often considered coves The war is now over

A small wooden boat Was recently wrecked It lies rotting in the cove War is often kind

The war is over It did not last long As it lacked interest I enjoyed this war

I write I sing I breathe I sleep I create I create many characters My pen is ripe and fecund The other day one of my characters An amazingly beautiful French woman Noted that I did not offer paid holidays Which she thought might be illegal I agreed with her and booked a naturist holiday…

so easy as easy as rolling down a slope as easy as climbing a tree and perching on a low branch

There is a circus in my cabin Clowns trapeze horses Tigers and Lions My dreams are colourful

I found seven painted stones On a lonely August beach Whilst walking with you Arianne

The sea is within view I can see it in my rear view mirror She walks she has a special walk It is so attractive I can see her from the blue shallows Only liquid diamonds separate us