Eric R Harvey Poetry & Blog

Joe started as a garden boy weeding the beds and all. To leave so often he would try but heeded natures call. For nature had a hold on...

When Spring appears, there's no more showers as Cuckoo arrives to clear it's throat, Warm earth brings forth awaited flowers in once dark...

Snowdrops. Galanthus raise your weary head and show us that Winter is dead, Come, show your splendid bell-like tops reveal yourselves...

It creeps it's way up gnarled brown bark Stripping the leaves off the tree in the park Choking it's life out, leaving it stark That...

While strolling through the woods one day, as I walked on that unmade bed, I came upon an unknown way, and took the path to where it led....

Joe started as a garden boy weeding the beds and all. To leave so often he would try but heeded natures call. For nature had a hold on...

Hello dear friends and welcome all. I hope my garden will enthrall, Allow me...in my seventieth year, To show the thing I hold most dear....

Old chimney pots once stood so proud on Victorian roof high up in clouds, Now stand along a garden wall to help the lavender stand so...

Unwanted and unwelcome we stalk the very places you have to walk. Leaving tell-tale signs with slimy track Well, we’re seeking revenge...

The gardener stands with hand on hoe deciding which must stay or go, Which one's a weed, which one's a flower his knowing knowledge is...