Rhyme: The Empty Chairs Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Nightly they tuned the dial
To wonderful worlds of sound.
Broadcasts came through airwaves and
Captured everyone in town.
Sometimes they listened and rocked
To suspense and mystery;
Thrilling, dramatized tales from
Famous dectective stories.
Eloquent storytellers,
Comedy kings, queens and teams;
Radio's Golden Age stirred
Imaginations and dreams.
Preachers on fire for the Lord
Shouted, 'Thus saith the Lord.'
They denounced the devil and
Talked about a two edged sword.
We all forget things in time,
No matter how much we care;
But I will never forget
Who sat in the empty chairs.