R.I.P Harley

• Kelly Cameron, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

The crash was at eleven,
thats when you went to heaven,
you died by car,
with your little bro who wasnt all that far.
Tears were shredded throughout the town,
boy you know you were the clown.
Loved by many,
shocked by plenty.
Why did you have to jump in that car?
Why did he have to take it so far?
Over the round-about and into the pole,
wasn't expected, no not at all.
Your never going to be one to forget,
getting to know you better i regret.
You were a number one guy,
Well now your on top in the sky.