I took this picture while flying to SF this week. It reminded me of my favorite poem High Flight written by Pilot Officer Gillespie MageeNo 412 squadron, RCAF Killed 11 December 1941.
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. Hovering 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 windswept heights with easy grace where never lark, or even eagle flew and, while with silent lifting mind I've trod the high untresspassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God.
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