Today I explored the early autumn lanes<\/p>\n
The trees had not really turned<\/p>\n
Even though the ninth month<\/p>\n
Was nearing its inevitable end<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I sat on a rough wooden bench<\/p>\n
Which had views distant<\/p>\n
Towards the darkening sea<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The spruce and limber yellow-hammer\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n In the dawn of spring and sultry summer\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n In hedge or tree the hours beguiling\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n With notes as of one who brass is filing\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n This was a fragment of a poem<\/p>\n Penned by Samuel Taylor Coleridge<\/p>\n I found it in a book of his poetry<\/p>\n That I kept in a worn knapsack<\/p>\n Having purchased it from a redundant church<\/p>\n On a hot summers day now since lost<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Need life be empty I asked myself<\/p>\n As I navigated a hidden footpath<\/p>\n Lost in a freshly ploughed field<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Life is never empty that is quite obvious to me<\/p>\n Indeed it is very full almost to overflowing<\/p>\n I could stand here and let the winter winds pass<\/p>\n And still witness the fresh beauty of what surrounds me<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n A short poem has been left in a bus shelter<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Today I explored the early autumn lanes The trees had not really turned Even though the ninth month Was nearing its inevitable end I sat on a rough wooden bench Which had views distant Towards the darkening sea The spruce and limber yellow-hammer\u00a0 In the dawn of spring and sultry summer\u00a0 In hedge […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12019","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12019","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12019"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12019\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12022,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12019\/revisions\/12022"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12019"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12019"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12019"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbetween Sandwich and Deal every year since 1983<\/em>
\nthese poems are normally found in late September\u00a0<\/em>
\nand to date the poet has remained anonymous\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n