In a small room, whispers hum, A chorus of signals, like bees in a drum, The Ham Radio club gathers once more, Beneath webs of antennas and wires that soar. Charlie's steadfast with coax in hand, While Nancy fumbles a missing microphone stand. Ernie and Sara debate QRP's plight, Igniting discussions that carry the night. Melanie, David, Craig, and Mary, Tweak their dials with zeal so airy. Frank's poached eggs, hard as stone; Karen just laughs with a knowing tone. Paul and Colton, Tony and Oksana, Track sporadic E; it’s their happy nirvana. Spurious emissions weave tales untold, Within waveform whispers, legends unfold. While outside, parks on the air breathe life, Studying together, chasing license strife. A family of voices through static fills, They echo, they wander across open hills. Yet through the static, a bond unfolds, In signals and relays, a fellowship holds. In the etchings of antennas against the sky, They find friendship where the echoes fly.