Clear Prop

He’s a giant in my eyes, is my flying instructor, He breathes aviation, wheel chocks to load factor. He flies an aircraft with such skill and precision, And endures my rough piloting without any derision. He explains flight theory with great clarity, So just how a wing stalls is now easy to see. My misjudged approaches, he sat stoically through, As I left carb heat on all those landings I flew. Expectant yet patient, he led me through flight, And one day I’ll get those forced landing drills right. So I’m learning steep turns, to flare and side slip, Whilst gaining I hope some of his airmanship. And when I get my wings, and soar through the sky, Something of him will be there each time that I fly. By Trevor I wrote this about Terry as I enjoyed training with him at Penfield. Sad day. A great aviator, great airmanship. A good man. Condolences to his family.