Eric R Harvey Poetry & Blog

A Draw boy in the 19c is what we would call a creeler today, they were taken out of school at an early age (8 to 10 years old) and often...

Victorian life was bad enough for young children but for those entrusted to orphanages or workhouses there was a very slim chance of...

She rose at 5am that morn, Plain cotton blouse did not adorn the long black dress, which first time worn o'er black laced boots and...

On a cold windswept morn along an unlit road I made my weary way toward the old town Father's old collar turned against rain and cold His...

Up the twisting flight of stairs, past the dusty broken chairs, down the creepy corridor, to the rustic old oak door. Sets the candle to...

A cry from the attic bedroom a slap and the baby cried, The mother looking bedraggled had been stripped of any pride. So young and pretty...

Life down the mines in the early nineteenth century was really dangerous, but for a young boy of six years old (Yes it was legal until...

I was six years old, going on seven When Jesus called the old man to heaven. Least, that’s what I think – he may have gone down He’d feel...