Gallery

‘Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse,
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was. 

A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross,
A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater’s waltz.

Some people have got to paint and draw, Harry had to work in clay and stone,
Like the waves coming to the shore, it was in his blood and in his bones,

Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds,
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads,

He could not be in the gallery’