YGRS

In Western Australia, so vast and wide, Granny Smith Airport, with planes that glide, It serves the gold mine, oh so grand, A place where treasures lie in the sand. With its ICAO code, YGRS, A little airport, among the best, It welcomes miners from far and near, Bringing them closer, year after year. The Granny Smith Gold Mine, a sight to see, Where shiny nuggets sparkle with glee, The airport connects this golden land, To cities and towns, with a helping hand. The planes take off, up in the sky, With passengers waving, saying goodbye, They soar through the clouds, so high and free, Exploring new places, filled with glee. Granny Smith Airport, a special place, Where dreams take flight, at a steady pace, From the gold mine to the world beyond, A gateway to adventures, far and fond. Random page: GPER