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Dale Harper was a wonderful father of five children and lived an adventurous fun life traveling around the country. Even though he was a great writer throughout decades, he never really cared about publishing it. He passed away on October 18, 2005 and I promised him as I sat by his side when he was dying, I would not let the world forget him and publish it.



We found his last notebook with these heartfelt poems, some of many he had written in his lifetime. His family has collected his art over the years from poetry, to songs, love letters and drawings and the talent still lives on through his children.



Sitting here with gentle tears of regret, from being a writer and not even having the words to write my father before he died, a dreamer and not having the wings to fly, a spiritual being without the faith in God



I think about the past and how I was always his favorite. I remember he would always let me stay up late and watch TV and eat ice cream. He would always pick me up to go on rides after school, so I didn'st have to take the bus and we would go to the store shopping or friends houses.



I kept him safe. As a young child my soul was already so old. I have the eyes of a million souls and the heart of this kind of love that is more than the whole world could ever comprehend. I always knew my dad had all the right words to make the hardest man cry and the weakest man laugh with a tear.



My dad taught me at a young age that money meant nothing and all that matters is love and family. That a single minute should be time well spent and that everyone has the right to their own opinions, although we thought boredom was only for idiots that didn'st think before they opened their mouth.



In the hours of discontent, my father would tell me things he never told anyone else. We would sit drinking like two old nomads lost on the planes between heaven and hell. And when he told me all the things that are left unspoken, he never moved his stare, locked on mine with his cold dark eyes that would see through me, knowing everything I thought without a single word.



Who would'sve thought that when he was born, he would leave behind a legend that nobody would ever know the whole story to. In life playing God with all the right cards can lead to a tricky ending. He held his cards in one hand close to his chest. A full house. In the other hand was the story like a ghost from his past, a secret diary and mysteries that will probably never be known by most and lived by few. I'sm going to make sure some of the stories get told though and the legend still lives on.

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
Poems and Illustrations By:Dale Long Harper

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
Co - Writer: Daisy Harper

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
© 2006 DaisyLions Inc. Kisses Etc.

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