Thomas Alva Edison's Boyhood Poem by Ravi Panamanna

During his early life, Edison took various jobs in a running train which ran from Port Huron to Detroit. The train had a halt of six hours at Detroit and young Edison stole these hours to go to Detroit Public Library and read scientific books. It was the beginning of a long innings. All generations should read his biography and take a leaf out of it. This is my earnest view.

Thomas Edison was born in Milan on 11/02/1848. On the threshold of his 151st birthday, I dedicate the following poem in his memory.
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INTO THE SPRINGS OF CREATIVE HOURS - Edison defined Genius in this way: - 'Genius is one percent inspiration and ninetynine percent perspiration'. My salutations to this wonderful man and scientist of all times.

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It is dawn and the winds are soft;
St.Clair's waters are not yet awake.
Birds are just opening their wings
And a boy is hurrying into a nearby station.

Fruit baskets and paper bundles in hands,
With Parker's Chemistry deep in the heart,
He is into the portals of Port Huron,
He is into his dreams and streams of waking life.

The Detroit bound train blows her whistle
And he begins his breezy hours in the train.
At the moment he is a fruit seller
And between the stations he is in his running lab.

With a press and a lab in the running train,
History peeps unto his dingy cabin.
He is in the world of experiments;
He is in the workshop of "Weekly Herald".

Past Mt.Clemens and Smith Creek stations
Detroit Public Library brings in surging winds.
And he is into the springs of his creative hours;
He is into the dales of everlasting seasons.