Stuart Miller-Osborne

The winter trees are bare As they hang Over the dry stone walls An unseen stream Runs under a tiny bridge In the distance a road Creeps up a nearby hill It is hardly used

It ran through the industrial heartlands The idea had been to extend it From state to state to state The good wars They passed me by I have no memories of them There was much damage So many died needlessly

I had not expected this As these anniversaries Are more hidden here diary note 4/5

A gift of Atlantic Sand Sea damp in a plastic bag Currently drying in an ornate bottle Shannon Duty Free diary note 4/5

They have accepted a new occupation Far worse than the previous occupations Which I had considered consigned to history Brian Cox (2026)

I had travelled only a short distance But found that she Had been betrayed again By traitors from within Brian Cox (2026)

I woke up this morning With a single thought In my empty head Today I would get a chill So I wandered to the river And jumped in from the jetty Used by the river steamers After a while I became aware That I was being watched By a kind girl in a coloured sweater…

I was recently given A doll with green eyes She was named Lou Lou Green Doll

Our next door neighbour Fliss Has just returned from Nice It was a anniversary gift From her adoring husband Fed He had secretly arranged For us to look after Tigs Fliss kindly gave Jane a tote bag Which is primrose light blue And Côte d’Azur in brilliant red

Feline swam on most acceptable mornings She also used her beach visits as an excuse To look out for new and fractured stones On the Tuesday before the Flower Moon She found a small tortoiseshell pebble This made a troubled girl very happy Beachcombing (2026)