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"AVIATRIX" Poem (English) on Canvas

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  • Product Description

      Submitted by Audrey Swatson from Ghana, this poet won the 2017 It's About Time Scholarship. Audrey wrote a powerful poem about women in aviation in both French and English. The canvas texture intensifies the poem's emotional pull and feel.

      - Canvas and wood frame are sustainably sourced (FSC certified materials).
      - Thin canvas has a 2-3 cm (0.8-1.2") thick frame
      - Thick canvas has a 4 cm (1.6") thick frame
      - Shipped in protective packaging and strong boxes to ensure no damage during transportation.
      - Mounting kit included
      - Printed and shipped on demand. No minimums.
      - All Proceeds from the sale of this item will go to Abingdon Foundation, a Nevada registered 501(c)(3)

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      Poem:

      It's about time,
      We followed the lead, in our prime,
      The call that triggers our sixth sense
      To unlock the latent mystery we can't sense.
      I shout to brighten that path of regression,
      Just for the course of women in aviation.

      It's about time,
      We rise to the creed of our hearts,
      An abnegation of valour, a council of truce.
      O indeed, I crave not for just excellent facts,
      But to grace a ride on achievements in cruse.
      A belly of potentials, that were harboured in time.

      It's about time,
      Your picture of greatness trampled on hopelessness
      To gleam, glamour and clamour on merit,
      The muscles that kicked out senselessness.
      Verily! We have changed the game in multiple debit.
      I knelt and prayed, we fled but stayed,
      With the arrow that gauged the company you laid.

      Against time we all spelt,
      My dearest praise of grace we shall melt
      Out the very crest without a dime,
      But my friend, it's about time.
      They call it Abingdon Co.
      But then, I see it as the trace of perfection,
      That brings out the hidden passion which we don't know.
      Mine is to leave my quota, a proud woman of aviation.

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