Penetrating through soft light clouds: airspace; blended for all who dare to impress.
Assiduous Amy Johnson did just that: a derring-do role model: a legacy;
relative in the minds of many that still lives on.
Renowned for her solo flight: London to Australia in 1930.
Transcended the hitherto, male domination, seizing world-recognition.
Flying away from ground possessions, flying amongst the sky-road directions.
Craved for more adrenaline; G-AAAH flight, enduring all weather formats;
monsoon rains, tremendous heat, nothing deflated her sentiment.
Intelligent, pioneering English Aviator, she made a household name in the commonwealth.
Well deserved acceptance, she arose to fame, like a famous movie star;
no stranger to publicity nor to the camera.
Yet, sadly, her plane came down; controversial circumstances overlapped.
Will we ever find out the truth about how our beloved Amy Johnson died?