Robert T. Collins
Robert T. Collins, September 13, 2007
My dear friendMy memories of you find no end.As summer turns to fallI hear the Harley riders call.I find your spirit is nearMy friend who I hold dear.When I see an Eagle soar or hear a Harley's roarIt always brings a tear for my friend who I hold dear.So when my tears turn to cries,I know in my heartA Harley Rider Never Dies.
