HIGH FLIGHT Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And dance the clouds on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth,
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You've never dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung,
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I've chase the shouting winds along,
And flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor ever eagle flew.
And, whilst with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touch the face of God.
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Go in peace Teri
Grom
332 Viking Squadron
www.332viking.no
(Written by American fighter pilot John Gellespie Magee Jr circa 1941 of the Royal Canadian Airforce. )