.C:!dw .x:12 .R:V ---L--------1----+----T----+----3------C ÿÿÿÿÿÿA Golden Autumn Silenceúú ÿÿÿÿ ---P-L------1----+----T----+----3------R Once upon a stormy time,  a long, long time ago,  the autumn leaves came crashing down  in half a foot of snow.  "Sparking wires," said the scanner,  "sparking wires, wires down.  Stop reporting one by one,  it's the whole deleted town."  I'm sure talk got more lively, but  that's when mine went down.  Gasoline won't run the siren,  the pagers worked just fine.  Firemen were needed everywhere,  at dawn, I got back mine.  When the sun came out next morning,  it melted all the snow.  That was sure a blessing:  just chop up trees, and go!  When everyone needs water,  firemen don't need snow.  And then the house got quiet.  No clicks, no whines, no drone.  And then the world got quiet.  The chain saws buzzed alone.  I wanted to write how fine it was.  My typer did not moan. I have a treadle sewing machine,  a treadle iron _ lingers  And seams in polyester  just won't yield to fingers. At last, one day, a NiMo truck  went by at walking speed I clapped my hands _ if they hunt for breaks there can't be much we need It must be soon, they must be near  the end of their attack,  And sure enough, in two more hours,  sweet cacophony was back.  P---L----1----+----T----+----3F---T@10-4----+-V---P---L----1----+----T----+----3F---T@10-4----+-V---P---L----1----+----T----+----3F ÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿJoy Beeson  at last one day a NiMo truck went by a-driving slow.  I clapped my hands _ if they have to hunt,  they've patched up all the breaks they know.  .C:!dw .x:12 .R:V ---L--------1----+----T----+----3------C ÿÿÿÿÿÿA Golden Autumn Silenceúú ÿÿÿÿ ---P-L------1----+----T----+----3------R Once upon a stormy time,  a long, long time ago,  the autumn leaves came crashing down  in half a foot of snow.  "Sparking wires," said the scanner,  "sparking wires, wires down.  Stop reporting one by one,  it's the whole deleted town."  I'm sure talk got more lively, but  that's when mine went down.  Gasoline won't run the siren,  the pagers worked just fine.  Firemen were needed everywhere,  at dawn, I got back mine.  When the sun came out next morning,  it melted all the snow.  That was sure a blessing:  just chop up trees, and go!  When everyone needs water,  firemen don't need snow.  And then the house got quiet.  No clicks, no whines, no drone.  And then the world got quiet.  The chain saws buzzed alone.  I wanted to write how fine it was.  My typer did not moan. I have a treadle sewing machine,  a treadle iron _ lingers  And seams in polyester  just won't yield to fingers. At last, one day, a NiMo truck  went by at walking speed I clapped my hands _ if they hunt for breaks there can't be much we need It must be soon, they must be near  the end of their attack,  And sure enough, in two more hours,  sweet cacophony was back.  P---L----1----+----T----+----3F---T@10-4----+-V---P---L----1----+----T----+----3F---T@10-4----+-V---P---L----1----+----T----+----3F ÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿJoy Beeson  at last one day a NiMo truck went by a-driving slow.  I clapped my hands _ if they have to hunt,  they've patched up all the breaks they know.