In the realm where signals soar, Where frequencies unite, Amidst the airwaves' boundless lore, Shines a beacon of pure light. On the fourth weekend, every June, When summer's warmth does play, A gathering of hearts in tune, For Field Day we make our way. Amidst the land of red and white, From sea to shining sea, Enthusiasts, with hearts alight, Set up their stations, wild and free. Amateur radio, our shared delight, A symphony of waves we send, Across distances, day or night, Our voices on the wind. With antennas reaching for the sky, And Morse code tapping away, We strive to make connections fly, To those who share our fervent sway. From the rolling plains to mountains high, In cities bustling, and fields serene, Our camaraderie shall never die, United in this cherished scene. In Canada and the U.S. wide, A bond that cannot be undone, Across the borders, side by side, We reach out to everyone. For on this day, our spirits soar, As contacts spark and friendships bloom, The thrill of radio we explore, Our passion casting away the gloom. So let us gather, one and all, For Field Day's grand embrace, Where echoes of the radio call, Connect us in this sacred space. Amidst the crackling static's sound, A symphony of voices rise, Amateur radio, forever profound, We reach for distant skies. With every contact, every word, We bridge the gaps that separate, Amidst the airwaves, undeterred, Love and kinship radiate. U.S. ARRL Field Day, a cherished morn, When thousands of kindred souls convene, In the tapestry of radio, reborn, A beacon of unity, resplendent and serene.
