The Jet Age Poem by Christopher Tye

The jet age

Early days full of failures and setbacks,
Barely reaching for the skies only just leaving the ground,
Fighter jets paved the way to more peaceful things,
Faster and faster speeds until the plateau came,
Bigger engines gave us jumbo jets and beyond,
A jet plane lifting the population of a village to the skies,
Railway locomotives in cargo planes crossing continents,
Supersonic speeds and sonic booms in the skies,
What of pollution and bird strikes,
Contrails of planes heading to distant lands,
Pilots dreaming of ever greater adventures,
Airshow antics of aerobatic teams,
Who could have imagined all of this back in the thirties?

By Christopher Tye