Dedicated to R M Morriss 1938-2008
The two images below are of the author's late Brother Roy M Morriss.
The image on the left was taken in the 1950s just before Roy joined the armed forces.
Roy is on the far right in the photo on the left.
The image on the right shows Roy with a catapult, most boys had one of these
sticking out of their back pocket in those days.
The poem Brothers' was written in Roy's memory and was read at his funeral at
The Parish Church of Saint Mary, Melton Mowbray, Leicestershire.
Click on the thumbnails for a larger image.
I remember when we were small boys’ and
all of the things that boys’ would do,
I remember the mischief and fun that my brother
and I would often get up to;
I remember a go-cart that we had built that lost control
down a steep hill on our village street,
How the cart crashed through the village shop door
and with the shop’s old wooden counter the
the two’s destiny were about to meet.
I remember how my brother’s face turned slightly pale!
When his head hit the cash register and it rang up no sale!
I remember during school holidays we’d go potato picking
to earn a few bob,
Then down to the local fair to erect a few stalls was another
part time holiday job.
I remember in autumn how playing conkers was all the craze,
And all the things that we did to get them hard would never
fail to amaze!
© Peter Morriss
The poem Brothers' was first published by United Press 2009
in a poetry anthology Golden Days ISBN 978-1-84436-8327