In the mountain foothills of San Jose,
there stands ever-parked an old Mustang today.
It used to be white, and it's seen better times,
But it's home, and it sits, as the day unwinds.
It won't be driven soon...it's a memorial, you see
Amelia left it here; so it's meant to be.
Oh, she still flies. I'm certain that's true.
But she flies now, where the sky's ever-blue.
Amelia taught pilots to fly like a bird sings.
She had passion, conviction, and nearly had wings.
Over 4,000 students, she'd put to the test...
And aerobatics? T'was her personal best!
Twisting and swooping a Cessna Aerobat,
With less that 5 gallons inside the winged vat.
Folks oohed and ahhed when she swooped near the crowd.
"Just amazing." airshow critics vowed.
She'd flown from Reid-Hillview, an airport founded
by her and her family, and plane engines resounded
the day that she left us....on wings of her own
towards heaven, a butterfly, flying alone.
Her ground transportation, a Mustang from Ford
is shaded near her hanger, where it's now stored
It mimics the name of a flying machine
It sits like a soldier, guarding a life's dream.
Amelia Reid flies in the skies that we see
far above vector for pilots like me
She flies with the angels with wings feather-white
she flies aerobatics, graceful...out of site.
In Memory of Amelia Reid (pilot & instructor, Reid-Hillview Airport, San
Jose, CA)
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