Stuart Miller-Osborne

Although it stands High above the forest Our pearl tower Cannot be seen From beneath the trees Which is an advantage If one is hiding from pirates

I was rowing across the lake With my pretty girlfriend When she asked me to change The direction of our passage As we had missed the thin jetty That led towards the freedom road   Slow World After sinking our small boat We walked the short distance Towards the freedom road But once there we…

On Friday the 5th of September 1823 William Cobbett passed through Teston in Kent On Friday the 5th of September 2014 Stuart Miller Osborne passed through Teston in Kent He was on his way to nearby Wateringbury as a fisherman had promised to sell him a red herring

It is often said that cricket is a game of the sea If this is true then I suppose That God must be an Englishman   Kent Apples  I must say that I enjoyed the sight of your bare bottom As you streaked across the cricket pitch It only confirmed to me that ripe Kent…

Last summer we often sat by the lemon rock looking out to sea without saying much to each other Our exile only being broken by frequent swims and visits to the orange bar under the cool beach trees These were our memorable days that have now been hidden by the rough  touch of the wet…

I planned the final scene of my movie after a number of sleepless nights There was to be a shootout in a small village between the cops and the revolutionary group My heroine (Marianne) would be shot in the first few seconds But she does not die although her pure white dress is much soiled…

Three drunks were stretched out on the city beach The day was done but nobody had bothered to tell the sun Whose glare was still light tight and intense Mac who was the youngest of the three men Was staring at the sun through his Buddy Holly glasses Which had been given to him by…

Poussière Poussière bleue Poussière blanche Poussière rouge   Je conserve toujours votre poussière mémorable Sur mes bottes d’escalade rugueuses   Chère Marianne

Dust Blue Dust White Dust Red Dust   I still retain your memorable dust On my rough climbing boots   Dear Marianne

I woke up this mornings dawning And looked out of my window As it was snowing Snowing Snow is quite rare In coastal towns As the sea Does not trust the snow To settle quietly Without causing unhappiness