These are but a few of the sounds of my youth.

The far off whistle of a steam locomotive
The lonely sounds of fog horns on the bay
Tommy and Jimmy Dorsey
Glen Miller
Swing music
Jitterbug
Be bop
The sounds of making love
A woman saying I love you
A woman telling me I am handsome
Passion
Dancing
Radio
Ball rooms
The silence of a meadow covered with snow
Birds singing in the meadows and forests
Calling their mates
Straight pipes on cars
The roar of diesel trucks whizzing by
Phonographs
Scratchy records
A cows moo
A sheep's baa
A chickens cluck
Auto horns that went aooga
Hi-o-silver away
Kimo savi
My mother shouting at me
Our babies learning to walk and talk
Our children telling us we are smart
My friends making sounds of construction
As we build roads for our toy cars to drive on.
The roar of fires in the fire place

Yes, these are but some of the sounds of my youth,
But I hope I can hear them forever.

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