This poem, written by Carol Walsh in 1995 was published by the National Library of Poetry.
Carol is a descendant of Nicholas Main, the brother of Solomon.

Watch The Radio

No TV when we were kids
Lone Ranger was the thing
Green Hornet and the Shadow
On radio were kings

We went to places every night
We never thought we'd go
Yes we would sit and listen
And watch the radio

I don't know why we watched it
To look back makes me smile
There wasn't anything to see
Except the lit up dial

I guess perhaps we sat real close
To make sure we could hear
The old tubes faded in and out
It wasn't always clear

But even after all this time
I still don't really know
Why every time we listened
We'd watch the radio

By ©Carol Walsh 1995

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