From Helen Clifford 18th March 2011

Harley the Spark Harley was a spark of playful electricity Everyone felt his warmth and felt him glow You heard him before you saw him A clash of cymbals,the strum of his guitar A hum of creativity and the yell of a well saved goal Where Harley is now it is always sunny and surf breaks continually on the shore. You know it is a happy place as Harley is there.