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On old time radio Liverpool 40's 6:45 Dick Barton Special Agent a hero or criminal whistled the tune whenever he appeared (or left)

It was an opera
a tale for singing
I never heard the words
My ears were ringing

On old time radio
There was a Shadow
I tried so hard
To emulate him



I sang
Bells rang
I listened some more
and then
just when
It opened a door

And caught
Enrapt
In music 's enthrall
I sang
and sang
As if at a ball



The magic of the notes
Within a child's mind
echoed on through my years
Until I had to find
A tune to satisfy
My soul so hungry

It's there
I know
It's there on my tongue
The words
I sang
When I was so young

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

it is amazing how music can affect us like this...sometimes I can certain piece of music and just transformed out of myself like you were here. This poem really celebrates those wonderful moments. Thank goodness we have them.

[Amanda]

ah yes...this i can relate to well. the children of this age will never know what it was like to hear a radio show. to let the imagination run away with what was hear and and to dream of what was to come....to follow the song....

nicely done.

Amanda

[Ed Hart]

good for you, my friend...the electro generations will never know what it was like, and how our imaginations were nurtured