THOU HAST DONE . . .   

The Beaconeer sits so attentive
Listening all the night alone
Was once a ham, radio-active
Beacon look what thou hast done

That very special mic and key
Now moldy, dusty, green and gray
Was once the pride of KO6BB
He used them every night and day

Transmitter sits so cold and dark
Whose meter shows no ALC
Still recalls that day in the park
When HE was star of Field Day, DXCC

Antenna tall with Grace and Poise
Hurled CQ's through the ether clear
Now battles with the T-storm noise
To hear those beacons far and near

Receiver alone still shines and sings
Speaks no longer with accents strange
But from distant airfield brings
The Sirens song with no exchange

Loudspeaker with a voice so deep
Brought the news from BBC
Has been replaced by headset cheap
Cries a tear that none can see

The hamlog fat with distant QSO
Sits beneath the "lists" so many
Longs to record "59, QSL via buru"
Knows for sure there won't be any

Oh Beacon with thy Siren song
What hast thou done to those so strong?
 
Philip Atchley, KO6BB
August 2001 

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