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.