Stuart Miller-Osborne

Although we live in a large detached house With an extensive summer garden I have noticed that Rachel Sits under her cherry tree on fine days And chats to the low wooden fence That separates her garden from the railway She is a beautiful Jewess with raven eyes and raven hair And like me writes […]

It is said that Deal and Walmer enjoy the most healthy air in the kingdom There is no hindrance to the free circulation of the air and we feel each wind intimately The  Zoo Zephyr is my favourite wind as it comes off of the land with clouds hanging in the sky It is a […]

First Coffee and then Life Or should it read First Life and then Coffee   Go back to sleep Anna   Jasmine Tea is designing a website for me Whoopee A Self Help Spiritual website where I can help people understand their lives You do not even understand your own True But I have a […]

After the days of heat the weather has cooled It is by no means cold just rather breezy I was as normal looking for interesting stones After a new tide but had found very little   As I was combing the beach a small family Settled near me and began to swim in the sea […]

Such is our garden blessed   Said Maude as she cycled Towards the village To fetch our newspaper   Such is our garden blessed

Today was a day of warmth After a few cooler days The Dover South Wind Was driving warm air Over the county of Kent   It cooled the beaches And dressed the fields It danced in the lanes And entertained the villages Such is our garden blessed   24th July 2022        

These were supposed to be countries of romance Of beauty of the richness of life But they descended into countries of sorrow and hate   Why have you printed that on your canvas Maude It is for the summer exhibition Emily   I rather like it You are very kind Julia   Do you think […]

The Blue Pigeon Theatre Jane of the Red Manor is a dear friend of mine and lives in the small village of Worth which is just outside Sandwich in the county of Kent. It is a beautiful poem and is far superior to anything that I am currently writing and in its way conveys the […]

Stephenson and I visited a summer fair Which was being held on the dry yellow fields Which were once part of  the Blue Pigeon Farm I was again wearing my William Morris frock Which I thought best suited to the heat of this perfumed summer The stalls were offering a variety of homemade cakes and […]

I leave you in bed each morning With a cup of tea and some toast   When I return in the afternoon You too are at work in the dry cleaning shop   I do not wave with any frequency As I do not want to interrupt your day   These may seem to be […]