Crazy Harry's Dance, Part Ii

...Sharon’s curiosity was peaked By the news of Harry’s pain. She figured the hill had something to do With keeping poor Harry sane. But why he would dance up there alone, She was truly at a loss. Until she hired a medium, A psychic at discount cost. That night she went out to the hill The medium at hr side. The psychic gasped in utter shock, Wide went the woman’s eyes. She said,”Thank you for calling, And sharing your quest with me. Grab my hands and for a spell You will see what I can see.” Sharon grabbed her hand, and nearly shrieked At what on the hill unfurled: Crazy Harry dancing in the arm arms Of a blond-haired, shimmering girl. Sharon could make no sense of it Make no sense of what she saw, Her mind rebelled a the mere sight, It broke every natural law. But Harry paused, and look their way, So did the ghost Helen too. They smiled once and he explained The truth that they both knew: Helen had said on her death-bed She would see him soon again, Cause without Harry by her side She refused to enter Heaven. Sharon nodded, the medium too, And they left the lovers alone. Sharon returned to her own house And told it all to her husband, Owen. Whether he believed she couldn’t say, At least he never laughed. She told non other, because she knew They’d point and call her ‘daft.’ Years they passed and the ages claimed Crazy Harry for the grave. He died dancing atop his hill In the early part of May. He had no money for a tomb, But Sharon paid for his stone, And smiled because Harry and Helen Had finally made it home. The town still sees him as a loon But Sharon never will. And once a week she brings Owen up To dance upon that hill. And if you find her on that crest Be sure to take the chance, To ask her if she’ll tell the tale Of why Crazy Harry danced.