Avro

Waking up early in the morning,

Nothing more than a kiss and a promise to come home,
To love ones,
There safety systems nothing more than just smarts and bravery.


Their machines made from wood and wire,
Climbing into unknown machines,
Untested, unflown, flying into the unknown.


Turning the props,
Starting the engines,
Removing the chocks,
Powering up the engines.


Then pulling back on the controls,
Taking off into the sky,
Flying higher and higher
Than anyone else in history.


Then the men who followed them,
Flying faster and higher,
Then anyone before them,
Then they flew faster higher on the edge of space at twice the speed of sound.