Harry Levette; California Eagle, December 21, 1928

(Dedicated to the Bessie Coleman Aero Club)

          Out of the skies
 In the Florida sun while the day is new
 And flowers are wet with the morning dew
          She falls and dies.

          A brown bird girl----
 First of the Race to soar the heights
 On glorious pinions in daring flights,
          Of planes' swift whirl.

          We dash the tear
 From our welling eyes, since she flew to meet
 The "Great Adventure" on pinions fleet
          Devoid of fear.

          A race well run----
 Intrepid bravery to dare and do,
 What nobler pillar when striving's through
          And life is done?