Dad's Old Radio

I remember that old house and the patter of the fallin rain the sighin of the wind thru the corners of the window panes and the window on the stairs was colored green & red i'd stare into the neighbors yard until it hurt my head in the winter the heat was low the house was cold i can still hear the fiddles drone on dad's old radio i remember that old house and all its melodies every night a helicopter would land on my tv