Reminded recently of this poem, I thought I'd share this with the community. (And yes, I'm aware that it has already been listed by none other than the Col.)
As I start off into the wild blue yonder for "adventures" of my own, I pay respect to a man who I have a connection with for we were both, at one time or another, Bachelors of Scopwick.
"High Flight"
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights 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.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Gillespie_Magee,_Jr.
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