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Robert Harrison
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I was born in Birmingham, Warwickshire, England on 13 December 1930 to Alfred Stanley Harrison and Barbara Elsie Winter. Back in those days things were not as they are now, Zepplins still floated overhead on occasion, steam lorries and steam rollers rumbled down the narrow roads. Knife grinders, Gypsies, Window cleaners and door to door salesmen plied their wares. Advertising at Harrison are Copy Write, whether writin on entry or not.They may not be used without permission of the picture house was done live, mostly to sell washing powders and soap. The terms Soap Opera and Soapies comes from this period in my life.Bread and Milk and green groceries carts were pulled by horse. Things have changed since those early days, some for the better some otherwise, none the less it is still a wonderful world.
At school I was always good at composition and furthered that interest while serving in the army in Egypt and Malaya.
I married Annie Maud Gettins in 1963 and have been blessed with two boys and two girls. I am an Elder holding the office of High Priest in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints,and at present serve in the Brisbane, Queensland, Australia Temple of the LDS Church.
Some years ago my wife gave me a book of poetry by William Wordsworth. I had difficulty at first in understanding how to read his works. It was at least a month or more when it all fell into place, and I was able to enjoy his words "in tuneful order". I love the Romantic period poetry of the old Bards and to some extent my writing have been influenced by this style.It is only in the last year that I have started to put my thoughts into words.
I subscribe to a site in my old home city of Birmingham, also to a Romany site, also in England.
To have my work published world be a highlight in my life. Perhaps someone some day will think my offerings worth the effort.
"All works submitted on this site are my original creations under COPYRIGHT LAWS. They may not be used without permission of the author"
Birth Place: Birmingham, England
Accomplishments: My Awards have been my own satisfaction in sharing my meagre efforts. I suppose I had better include something worthwhile. Awards in Family History, Singing, Acting, and service to the handicapped.
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Short Stories
 When You Hear The Pellets Drop by Robert Harrison “Just a quick one” the old fat policeman had asked. “A young kid like you shouldn’t have to serve time for vagrancy now should she?”
It was the beginning of the end for her; she knew that now. “...
Foxtrot by Robert Harrison Just one kiss and then we must part....
Bad timing by Robert Harrison A Story....
Mind you bike Mister man by Robert Harrison A part of my life that would have been far to long to include as part of my Bio....
Vacant Possesion by Robert Harrison I do love the old English Cottage....
Trouble and Strife by Robert Harrison Just do not jump to conclusions. Let her have her say....
The day war broke out by Robert Harrison A childs remembering of war in England...
A Visit By The Doctor by Robert Harrison It is amaizing what you can find in the forest....
The Rock Pile by Robert Harrison Harry needed to look at the rock pile just one more time....
Tom by Robert Harrison Tom, a gentleman of the road....
Who's A Brave Lad Then? by Robert Harrison This is a true story. I was that BRAVE LAD....
Blue Danube by Robert Harrison Village life....
A Salmon For The taking by Robert Harrison I enjoy fishing, and so why not a fishy story....
Moronti And The Last Battle by Robert Harrison Based on incidents from the "Book of Mormon". For a full account please read the above mentioned book....
A Toast To Fate by Robert Harrison Never get involved with your patient....
WHETHERBY MOOR FARM by Robert Harrison This story has not been proof read, except by myself. What you read is what you get. Sorry. Oh, it is my first story.
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Poetry
 Hail O Mighty King by Robert Harrison How few of us bend the knee when we retire after our days labour. It is such a simple act, and takes but a few moments to ask for forgiveness for our unrighteous deeds, for no man is free of sin....
When the mind was once a boy. by Robert Harrison There are no capital letters apart from the one starting the verse. No punctuation, it is to be read as the reader sees fit....
Reawakening by Robert Harrison Inactivity of the mind is self induces death....
A Bit Of Acceptance. by Robert Harrison A bit of acceptance is with a lot of agrovation....
In The Morning Mists by Robert Harrison No one is ever dead to us while there is a memory, or a reminder that they once were....
O' Joy of Joys by Robert Harrison It is better to give freely that which you have been blessed with freely....
Lake Richmond by Robert Harrison ...milky white against the dark cool waters of Lake Richmond....
Rose by Robert Harrison A sweet bud thou art, tender, untouched......
The Poet by Robert Harrison I was trying to discover why I had a desire to write poetry...
Long Time On The Road by Robert Harrison I have not written a poem like this before with, perhaps it should have stayed in my head. The rhyming verses are 1-4, 2-6, 3-5.
Each verse is a word or two longer, but when I read all of it this ...
Man Has Become One Of Us by Robert Harrison Only in the mind can one escape to reality of unreality. To that which is fact or fiction....
The repentant Army by Robert Harrison There will come a time in every mans life when he will have to choose between good and evil, to remain in darkness or to march towards the light....
The Wind by Robert Harrison It is an ill wind that stops a one from putting pen to paper....
Go, Hug A Ttree by Robert Harrison Listen to the energy that flows within the mighty tree....
The Wall O' Hadrian by Robert Harrison The pipes o'hell did sound the knell for Bonny Prince Charley....
The Child Stealer by Robert Harrison Just a a web will ensnare its prey. Just as a Black Hole will capture all withing its pull....
The Gill of Dunlinn by Robert Harrison Echo's will always give you the answer you wish to hear....
Men In Tin by Robert Harrison Nutty as a fruit cake...
Clueless by Robert Harrison If you wrote "if" six times it would read,
ifififififif. I bet you finish saying fififififif....
Surrender to the night by Robert Harrison There is something about the gloaming, like dark storm clouds as they cover the earth in a blanket of mystery and immagination....
Spectre by Robert Harrison Difficult to find the time to write poetry these days. Here is one that somehow found its way onto the computer....
Moroni by Robert Harrison This poem was writen by Kay Robinson with only some punctuation by myself and two changes to two words.
Atop all "Mormon" temples, stands the prophet Moroni who served on the American continent400...
My love, my life by Robert Harrison Noone ever really dies, there is always something to remimd you of them....
Four Deeds by Robert Harrison As you have done it unto the least......
A Note Found At A Small Burrow by Robert Harrison
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Articles
 A Proclamation by Robert Harrison Without trying to push my religion onto you, I felt the need to submit this proclamation on The Family to you all. I honestly feel that it is important that you, my friends read it.
I submit ...
Not really rude, but not for the kiddies by Robert Harrison Not what I would make a regular thing of submitting, it just came to mind so I ritted it....
Ethan, it is time we had a talk. by Robert Harrison Values, maybe there is hope for them yet....
Just writing to say... by Robert Harrison A Christmas morning letter to you all...
Hedificashun by Robert Harrison It took a shop assisitant ages to work out how much I owed the store, all because her scanner broke down....
An Eve Named Eden by Robert Harrison She was my first real love. Hell I went to pieces every time I saw her. But I was young and foolish. The ways of the world were still a mystery to me. But it did not stop me from loving her....
The Power of Prayer by Robert Harrison Faith without works is dead....
Whats wrong with the kid's of today? by Robert Harrison Now, why is it so?...
And what of my future by Robert Harrison Do the youth of toaday plan for their future?...
In Solitude by Robert Harrison Inspird by the Yorkshire Moors and my poems of John....
The Thoughts Of Chairman Robert by Robert Harrison This thought came to me after looking at a bustling crowd at a Shopping Mall....
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Links
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| Works by the people of Birmingham.
Short stories and poetry submitted to my home city of Birmingham, England.
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Romani Site
A Romani site who have accepted me into their community.
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Additional information
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| If I am to improve in my works then I think that this will be the site to submit to. Constructive comments which are not forthcoming from the other sites would be of great help to me.This site is a new adventure for me and I have to admit it scares the pants off me. |
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Contact
Information
Just myself 1/43 Mond Street Thorneside
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