High flight

I am inspired by the Poem "High Flight" each and every time I look up into the skies and feel my Spirits soar like the Eagle..to this end I present this poem by a WW2 pilot who died shortly after writting this poem in a plane crash..he wrote part of this poem while testing a new plane, and finished it when he got back on the ground.


High Flight:

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd 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 ever 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


The following photographs show some of the insperation I feel each time I look up into the sky.