Stuart Miller-Osborne

My father owns a large farm He is the biggest employer In the district On Thursday he purchased A new blue tractor Much to the delight Of the local church My sister Gertie Is teaching it to swim In the shallows Of a local river

The seventh month was saying goodbye In the sweetest way Today there were strong clouds Hanging heavily over my town I almost drowned In the colours of her day

I had spent most of my day Sitting in the garden with Anita Who was an expert on apples We were collaborating As we often did in the summer Three different varieties of apples Were on my small wooden table Near the shattered back door Which had been damaged During the dreadful storm

I am standing under my shower Wearing the clothes that I wore On the train from the city The water is very cool I have many theories About the current heatwave As I do not accept its reality

I was born to doubt Explain yourself Joe Please read this Sephine What does that say to you I know that you playing games But I was taught that 2+2=4 Is that correct How do you know that is correct What colour is my hair Joe Your hair is blonde What colour is your sisters […]

I have a reoccurring dream It is a rather strange dream I am sitting on a suitcase On a usually busy railway line In theory I am in serious danger Of being hit by a speeding train But nothing happens to me I can see a train in the distance But it never passes through […]

Has just one poster on her bedroom wall Snakes Alive was a Lithuanian pop group That had toured the UK without much fuss And had disbanded soon afterwards She was given the poster by the drummer Who was a close friend of her elder brother

I am Half French And half something else My French half Owns a dairy farm We have just three cows Named un deux trois Who will kick you If you pass behind them Without asking permission

Can often be found in grassy fields Unexplained mounds anonymous in time Bridges that are remarkable due to their vacant use Lines of trees that suddenly thin without real reason Summer campsites are dotted along these long lost lines Slow trains used to run where the finest apples now grow Marcus Smith (2026)

Do you ever sit out here Deep in the orchard Counting the stars Sometimes but not very often As I am a little afraid of the dark These apples are never shaded by the night Even the grasses are illuminated by fireflies There is no need to be alarmed I quite often sit on this […]