St-Hyacinthe Airport

In Saint-Hyacinthe town, Aerodrome can be found. With planes of every kind, It's a place where dreams take flight. On the water basin they land, Floatplanes, oh so grand. With wings that glide and soar, They touch down, then explore. Conventional planes, both big and small, Take off and land, one and all. Ultralights with two or three axis, Zip through the sky with joyous practice. Vintage planes, a sight to see, They fly with grace and history. Motor gliders, soaring high, They dance with clouds in the sky. On weekends, when the weather's fair, The aerobatic box fills the air. With flips and spins, they amaze, Performing daring feats and displays. Aviation schools and repair shops, Fill the field with buzzing tops. Hangars sold out, more under construction, A need for space, a growing function. When strong winds blow, oh so strong, The runway stays busy all day long. Crosswinds rattle, hangars shake, Grounding planes, for safety's sake. So come to Saint-Hyacinthe's field, Where aviation dreams are revealed. With planes of every shape and size, It's a place where imaginations rise. Random page: KTFQ