DANCE OF ENERGY

DANCE OF THE ENERGY

By Frances Harris

It starts with a spark, and ends with a fire,

Igniting the flame, that burns in the hearth,

Lighting a room when gas was about,

The dancing of light, essential to life,

Then the man Edison, had an idea,

Invented the bulb that glowed in the dark,

It terrified doubters, delighted the rest,

No need for candles that tend to burn out,

There isn’t a count of the lives it has saved,

The Hiker who’s lost or an aircraft gone down,

Dark city streets now bathed in the glow,

People feel safer out walking at night,

Think of the cities and how they have grown,

With fine well lit highways, and towers so high,

Progress determined by if we have charge,

That one tiny spark decided our fate,

One law of nature discovered for now,

Many more waiting and much more to find,

The chitter of telegraph soon came to pass,

Trains run on wires, an unlimited source,

Turbines and water that power the world,

Think of the rockets that go to the moon,

Food that is frozen and milk that is cold,

How would we feel if the beer wasn’t cold?

Less than a second it takes to turn on,

The city of Boston, and most of New York,

Where would we be now if science was dead?

I suppose there’d be candles by everyone’s bed.