Feb 282013
By Bob Smith.
| The Wireless ah the memories O listenin fin I wis a loon On dark winters nichts roon the fire Oor Ecko radio it sure wis a boon . There wis Dick Barton Special Agent Fa took on aa the baddies It fair sharpened the imagination O fowk like us as laddies . Paul Temple an ace dectective As weel as yon PC49 Solvin aa the nations crimes Their adventures I likit fine . Fin I wis a bittie younger Tammy Troot wis aa the rage His escapades in the river Held yer attention for an age . Setterday nicht jist efter tea Ye sat an listen’t ti the story O a Glesga faimily’s daily lives The McFlannels wis nivver gory |
Scottish Dance Music we aye likit Wi Jimmy Shand an Adam Rennie Their bands hid ye tappin yer feet Jimmy an Adam were twa o’ many . Sports Report on the Licht Programme Gied ye aa the fitba scores Ye hid reports on the horse racin As weel as Oxford an Cambridge rowers . Jet Morgan an his grand adventures In the programme “Journey Into Space” Hid ye jumpin up an doon Wid he vanish withoot a trace . Comedy shows like Take It From Here Wid hae ye laachin loud an lang The Goons hid ye in stitches ti Wi their funny “Ying Tong” sang . Their wis ither delights on the radio Faar ower mony ti write doon This his bin jist a flavour O the wireless fin I wis a loon |
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2010
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Brilliant poem as always Bob, your fondness, warmth for the radio comes across. Like many other people I love the radio too, it held a special place for people in the war years and I think this is something I inherited from my grandmother. As I live on my own I like Radio 4 and the World Service, and at night when trying to sleep, I like to have the softness of Radio 3 by my bed. I just wish my DAB radio didn’t go through so many batteries.