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Today's post is a poem written by John Gillespie Magee, a young Canadian pilot who did not survive World War II. He wrote this at age 19 a few months before he died.- 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 thro' footless halls of air....
- Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
- I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
- Where never lark nor 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
- *Thanks to my friend Linda Granfield for the reminder. She's one of those special people in the world who has been able to lead the way in helping us celebrate fallen soldiers without glorifying war itself. Thanks for all your work Linda.
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