![]() RadioA Poem by Richard M![]() The humble radio![]() Dancing to the gramophone, each other’s arms, moving slow, constant crackle of yesterday as memories time fades away. Time moves on things evolve, hard days, but enriching souls, Marconi, Tesla, others too, bringing wireless telegraphy to you. There it sat on kitchen shelf, in those days beyond its wealth. T'was the time they gathered round hanging on its every sound, bringing news from far away of world events and darkened day. Its meaning changed by the year to another generation's ear, people's lives in different stages, different paths, different ages, playing memories of years past, sometimes connections that forever last. In morning hours a faithful friend, filling the airwaves till days end. All kinds of information, news, views of our vexation. distant thoughts come to mind, thoughts now left behind. Radio transforming lives from suns first rays till dwindling light. From radio to stereo and small enough wherever you go, many styles many 'beats' pounding on suburban streets. The humble radio is still around, in tinkering sheds it can be found When power's down and online's out, there's always the radio to
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1 Review Added on January 30, 2023 Last Updated on March 25, 2023 Author![]() Richard MCowra , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutHi, I'm Richard. It says I'm new, but have been here for some time. I live in country NSW, Australia. I was born with a severe handicap, but have always lived in 'mainstream' society; family, scho.. more..Writing
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