Stuart Miller-Osborne

Snowdrops The Fair Maids of February Have joined us now Let us climb the church towers And welcome the Spring Journey to the Stars Last night as I was travelling home I paused for a while and looked at the bright stars In the cold night sky For a brief moment I thought I was […]

On each day for over twenty years George Barlow walked the short distance towards the lakeside picnic tables where he enjoyed his sandwiches That was until last Tuesday when he unexpectedly died whilst sitting at his favourite table George had always shared his sandwiches with the gentle gold robins but about a year ago they […]

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A slave is one who waits for someone to free him Who said that Ezra Pound Are we free No Have we any guns No Will we ever be free We are free       Outlaw

a turquoise and pink train was travelling on water between the sea and the sky

Fred is dead said Red That is true said Blue I have been seen said Green Then put up a fight said White I am going back said Black You are so up and down said Brown Calm down and mellow said Yellow I think we have created a stink said Pink   It is […]