Warm beds within walls made of knotty pine,
Under dark covers, with a flashlight that’s mine.
Crystal radios, like small rocket ships are
Our links to the world, and a faraway star.
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This is great Gary, I just love nostalger, these are years that may drift but you will never lose them Brilliant poem cheers Sylvie