There’s a beauty and elegance in the olden days,

A craft of the mind-to-hand,

A curvature of style and function,

Something at once cosmic meditation and genius inspired,

If only we had the old Gods of lightning again,

Miracles would charge forth electric,

Legends walk the land and the dream,

Power arcing in our hands.




By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 08/29/2014

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