✈️ ~ First Flying Lesson ~ Poem by Carola Hume

Carola Hume

Carola Hume

Germany, migrated to Australia as a child

✈️ ~ First Flying Lesson ~

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Looking at the sunny and cloudless sky,
High up a small white aeroplane flies by.
My heart has this feeling of yearning to fly,
What would it be like, h'mm I wonder now..?
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To feel the control column in my hands,
A challenge and rather fun, me thinks.
I can hardly wait for the booking day,
I have only to wait out two more sleeps.
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Lesson 1 in a ‘Cessna 172' soon about to start,
A pre-flight blackboard briefing is first to come.
Then a walk around inspection of our plane,
Me concentrating on what the instructor says.
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I sit on the left-hand side, in the pilot's seat,
Both our seat belts we've now strapped on.
Check - handbrake on, checklists are in place,
We're ready now for the engine start. Woo-hoo!
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Mixture is full rich, and throttle is now set,
Ignition key is turned to start… then slowly....
The propellor cranks over and begins to rotate,
Suddenly, and loudly the engine springs to life.
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The instructor radios the tower, and then…
Handbrake now released, we slowly taxi away.
Ground steering very strangely is accomplished,
through the rudder pedals with my feet.
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In the holding bay, pre-flight checks complete,
I taxi the plane towards the runway holding point.
My instructor radios the tower that we are 'Ready',
They instruct us ‘Clear for take-off', and we reply.
🛫
Rudder steering onto the runway, we accelerate away,
Lift off speed, a slight pull back on the control column.
We're airborne, hooray! ...and gaining climbing speed,
Rudder pedals used now only, for balancing the turns.
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Flying to our training area we climb to 3000 feet,
Looking through the windscreen an aviation term of
'Attitude' is explained to me in this way… It's the nose or
front of the plane… relative to the horizon in the window.
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Observing the horizon line over the instrument panel,
Relates to the plane's ‘attitude' for level flight, climbs.
descents or turns. This i/panel maybe positioned above,
or in incremental gaps below, or oblique to this horizon.
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We practise climbing, straight and level, descending,
and turning left and right. What fun, this I really do enjoy!
Lesson is almost finished, now descending and heading
back to Camden Airport, the instructor knows the way.
🛬
I'm allowed to join the circuit, follow through on approach
for our landing. The instructor handling the engine throttle.
Says ‘keep hands on the controls and feel them getting lighter,
with more movement, as airspeed slows through touchdown.
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My instructor handled all our flight's radio calls and spoke in
aviation jargon. We taxi back to our starting point, me on the
rudder pedals being guided through the maze of taxiways,
Engine shutdown. I'm feeling on a high! Soon I'll do it all again.


written 4th March 2019

✈️ ~ First Flying Lesson ~
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: flying,lesson,sky,airplane,flight
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My first flying lesson was in September 1965. My licence qualifications progressed from private pilot licence through to airline transport licence both in Australia & USA, but not flying commercially in USA, only there for flight training for a MU2B-60 (Mitsubishi) & Learjet 35. My aviation career was never in a major airline, but in the General Aviation (G.A.) sector which included flight instructor, charter pilot, corporate pilot & night freight across Australia for Norfolk Airlines - Jet Division, a smaller G.A. airline (which no longer exists)
Women in Australia were not accepted by major lines until the early 1980's when a women pilot took Ansett Airlines to court (the airline also no longer exists) .

After our federal government changed the gender discrimination rules, she won her court case.This court case then opened up employment for women pilots in airlines & the military.
Too late for me however, as back then airline pilot hiring (male or female) was subject to a rigid upper age limit (maximum of 27 years old) plus a pre-requisite number of flying hours experience.✈️
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Debby Bka Sassy Pizzo 17 March 2019

What a thrilling & detailed write! I felt like I was beside you the entire way! Thank you for sharing this special experience :)

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Carola Hume 17 March 2019

thank you for your kind comments, & glad you enjoyed the ride!

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Dr Antony Theodore 04 March 2019

My heart has this feeling of yearning to fly What would it be like, h'mm I wonder now..? Engine shutdown, what a high I'm feeling! Soon I'll do it again. i quaoted the first and the last line of your poem. reading you i really wanted to fly to experience the excitement u had..... lovely poem. thank u. tony

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Carola Hume 04 March 2019

thank you for reading & commenting dr. tony. why don't you find the nearest flying school to your location, and for your next birthday treat yourself to a Trial Instructional Flight so you too can experience a flying lesson.phone them up & find out what a one time lesson will cost per hour. cheerio carola i'll go & check out your poet's page & read another of your poems cheerio carola

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Jazib Kamalvi 04 March 2019

Write comment. An amazing experience of the first flight, Dear Poetess. I really enjoyed it. You may like to read my ars poetica named, Poetic Sense-1. Thanks

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Dipak Adhya 03 March 2019

Very good and well thought provoking poem .

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Gajanan Mishra 03 March 2019

Incremental gaps, good one

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Carola Hume

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Germany, migrated to Australia as a child
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