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-- by Earl Shallenberger - Copyright 1998 -- magoo@epix.net
Deceased "hams" are always remembered by the poignantly sad term "Silent Keys" . . . Today, many pioneers confined to Nursing Homes can still be heard plaintively calling their few remaining friends. This IS an esoteric poem which will be confusing to many readers, but I wrote it several years ago for a banquet in remembrance of a devoted married couple (Silent Keys) who volunteered much to our hobby, our Boy Scouts, and our entire community. Soooo . . . with your indulgence, I submit it now as a tribute to yet another sadly "endangered specie", our pioneers of "The Golden Age" of amateur radio.
I commend it all nations, as well. They bestow fame on "Living Treasures", by name; While they're living - not after Death's knell.
Our hobby has world-wide "Living Treasures"
Without embassies, passports of visas,
They succeeded where tyrants and scholars had failed.
They reduced English to its ultimate concisement,
They suffered through man's diversions of war -
They chat on the low ends of the "low bands",
They're a stubborn old group of curmudgeons;
I understand the thrill of rare contacts
There's an old codger in upper New York State;
There are "bells and whistles" for all of us:
OH! There MUST be a "Ham Shack" in Paradise!
So, let us honor them, too, while they're with us;
Old Magoo
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