Ode To Morse Code
An Ode To Morse code
The click click clack
from pounded brass
the words develop extensive
The heat of the tubes
warms up the room
when temperatures are receded
Deep into the night
makes it's flight
to detector diodes rectificated
creates a mellow sound
which is most profound
like musical tunes lamented.
The crackle and pop all seem to stop
our ears filter out most impressive
The heterodyne rings, our speaker sings
Our filter gets tuned and re-centred
Our wrists work the key most efficiently
Messages and reports are replenished
Greetings are passed
with our pounded brass
New friendships and contacts extended.
This simple tool needs no slide-rule
two metal contacts stroke each other
such a gentle touch produces so much
than one would feel from the touch of your lover
This glorious Morse Code
will never get old
it just seems it keeps being re-invented
Military once lost now renewed at no cost
Security back up is the incentive.
This code that we know we set it to flow
at speeds some find preventive.
But QRS we know to start sending slow
New contacts we'll give them incentive
For newcomers who yearn and then finally learn
their first transmission so alluded
their hand shakes with fright
their sending is ripe
but a contact is finally concluded.
The buzz that they feel can make their head reel
with excitement and self satisfaction
When finally they stand a Morse code old hand
Another Morse code addict Invented.
Written and composed by Mark Longson (G0NMY) (c) 2018 All rights reserved.
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