Dc Bursey Poet Rhyme

State of the Art

if we could see radio waves
if all shapes and colours they would be
all we would see is radio waves
as far as the eye could see

Pointecchio Italy 1895
his father got a message across the sky 
six years later he came to Newfoundland
with balloons, wire and kites in his hand

December 12th 1901
it was Signal Hill he was standing on
history records not the look on his face 
but the day Marconi changed the human race

some thought that Marconi
was full of baloney
at fifteen he was a very bright boy
at twenty one, he was still going on
pulling messages right out of the sky

in an early winter-sky with a late fall chill
Marconi stood upon Signal Hill
on December the twelfth nineteen hundred and one
the wind took his balloon and it was gone 

like old Ben Franklin he flew up a kite
state of the art in all of its might
three faint clicks in a wind lull-a-by
three faint clicks across 2000 miles of sky

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