This serving of Lagniappe features some poetry of Olde.
Silent Key
By Howard O. McCall
From The Sparks Journal, Vol. 3 #2
A shaft of sunlight,
Pierces the gloom,
Of the shadowy quiet,
In the radio room,
The equipment sits idle,
Because, you see,
The one who used them,
Joined SILENT KEY.
The once shiny microphone,
Now dusty and dull,
A coaxial switch,
Angles off from the wall,
The chrome plated bug,
A beauty to see,
The one who made use of these,
Joined SILENT KEY.
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