Eric R Harvey Poetry & Blog

For Vickie – our rose. This garden of remembrance where Tulips and wild flowers dance, so quiet where your ashes lie except for trains...

They're tearing it down, my old granddad's house, evicting the snails and the resident mouse. I took one last look, -- just a few weeks...

Freezing cold Winter’s and hot Summer days, Long school holidays, Nativity plays, Thoughts of my childhood come flooding back As I bank...

The 21st October 1966 at 9’15am is the anniversary of one of the most tragic peacetime events in our history, I have to relate the facts...

I remember old Elsie and Nelly they frequented the Rose and Crown, Elsie drank bottles of Guinness while Nelly drank bottles of Brown...

Imaginations were rife when I was quite young assemblies in halls ensured school hymns were sung. Most girls saw the Heads cloak sweeping...

They're tearing it down, my old granddad's house, evicting the snails and the resident mouse. I took one last look,-- just a few weeks...

I remember that day back in fifty seven my first day at school was going to be heaven, I was really quite young, not quite five years old...

Down winding lanes with giant hedgerows, we were wending our way on holiday, Glimpses of fields, where golden wheat grows, quickly...

When I was a nipper, knee high to a grasshopper I read the Dandy, Beano, Beezer and Topper. I’d lie under my blankets – torch in my hand...

When we were young we respected our mum She had a hard life although never glum, We never complained about the burned toast We learned to...

It was February fifth nineteen fifty three I jumped out of bed with a feeling of glee, Pulled up my short trousers over slightly scarred...

Most kids of today have no idea Worn by mother’s like a bandolier, With pockets and pouches full of things Like hankies, pins and...

From when I was a little boy I saw her anguish, heard her cry, My Mother had a bittersweet life naught but anger, naught but strife,...

We didn’t have a lot when I was quite small the country was still recovering from war, Families stayed loyal to their neighbours and all...

I was born and raised on National dried Milk my cot sheets were cotton and not black silk, Began my teething on a Farley's rusk screaming...