High Flight
Oh, I hve slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed, and pointed the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--wheeled and swoard and swung
High in the sunlight silence. Hov'ring there.
I've chased the shouting and wind along, and flung My eager craft through foothills halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heighs with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of
God
John Gillespie Magee Jr.
You and you family's are in my prayers my fellow aviators