A Pocketful of Sound

A pocket-sized companion, light and small, The transistor radio, answering freedom's call. A plastic casing, sometimes bright and bold, A world of sound, a story to unfold. A little dial, you'd turn with gentle grace, Searching for signals in the airy space. A crackling whisper then a station clear, Bringing the music banishing all fear. A single speaker, tinny but so bright, Filling the air with melodies and light. Pop songs and news reports, a baseball game's play, Connecting listeners at the close of day. On picnics spread or held up to the ear, A personal soundtrack, banishing all drear. A source of comfort, information's stream, Living and breathing a vibrant sonic dream. No tangled wires, no need for bulky plug, Just batteries inside, a comforting little hug Of portable sound wherever you might roam, A constant presence feeling like sweet home. Now smartphones stream with clarity untold, The transistor's charm, a memory to hold. Yet in its simplicity, a magic lay, Connecting people in a fundamental way. So let us cherish this now vintage piece, That brought the world's sounds offering sweet release. The poignant transistor, n its humble might, A beacon of audio shining ever bright in memory's light. ©bfa040525