The Olden Days Drills
No plugs, no leads, no charge in sight
just brute and bird from morn to night
he found a pecker, caged it tight
and used its beak to drill just right
No toolbox full of shiny steel
just bark and bone and one rough deal
he points, it pecks, the job gets done
primitive work, but oddly fun
Neighbours laugh, but he don’t care
it drills the hole, it gets him there
no sparks, no smoke, no noisy whine
just tap tap tap — the old design
Made by Black and Pecker, aye
before we knew what wires could buy
and in its way, it still beats hands
the cleverest tool in caveman lands
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Marie381Uk
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Venturini❤️about 24 hours ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Haha- we have a rare green winged woodpecker in out cherry tree right now! Peckity peck. Love the line, "he found a pecker, caged it tight". Funny!
Like fishing cormorants. Monkeys helped pick rambutans. Such collaborations were good..
Very funny poem , and the image made me laugh too