Harvey has contributed to several books including:

Fields of Diamonds (Broadman, 1974)
Money Matters (Thomas Nelson, 2001)
Pastor’s Guide to Effective Ministry (Beacon Hill Press, 2002)
Nothing to Fear (Moody, 2002)

His two historical novels, Dawn-Light set in the late 1600s to mid 1700s, and Mexico Gun set in the early 1900s, are works in progress.

Poetry is the kind of writing he lives for, and he does all the other writing stuff simply to have enough income to keep the electricity on, his wife in new socks, and food on the table.

His range of poetic style includes limerick, didactic, sonnet, ballad, free verse, and some that defy categorizing. However, he doesn’t do windows or haiku (at least, not intentionally).

The quality of his poetic masterpieces varies from bordering on silly to really good, from outstanding to classical (simply waiting to be recognized) – he claims to know this, because his wife wouldn’t lie.

Some are light and some are--well, you be the judge. Go ahead and check them out, if you dare.

HOW BIG IS THE HEAD OF A PIN?

How many angels
sit on the head of a pin?
They say about a thousand
but I don’t know when
I’ve really even seen one
wherever I’ve been
Hallmark angels don’t count,
but then

The angel that graces
the Christmas tree top
Must be uncomfortable,
hope she won’t drop
Really looks like someone
I’ve met you see
More like a prom queen
than angelic to me

That biblical messenger’s
not all that tender
When coming to us
with a message to render
Tries to act true
but might be a pretender
(You know they’re said
to have no sexual gender)
--by Harvey Nowland

NONE REMEMBER

None remembered few would care
of those lost days rare and fair
golden hours of friends more dear
gladdened hours no longer here

There where laughter filled the air
none remembered few would care
days passed then with many a tear
times remembered all too clear

Gone the friends the times the days
faded to a shadowy haze
none remembered few would care
I recall for I was there

In my mind these thoughts command
recall them now from where I stand
mine they are no other dare
for none remember fewer care
--by Harvey Nowland

HOW DO I KNOW?

Doesn’t anyone ever wonder why
The chicken feared the falling sky
Or queried as to whether the hen
Preceded the egg or questioned when
Little David took five smooth stone
From the river bank when one alone
Felled huge Goliath the giant dead
Took his sword and yes also his head
So many questions puzzle me
Like thinking that you’d never see
A poem lovely as a tree
And when I ask in tone quite terse
Have you heard a tree recite a verse
So on and on I fain would go
But fear the use of strange words and so
I’ll simply stop this nonsense now
I told you
--by Harvey Nowland