High Flight

 

HIGH FLIGHT poem by Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward Iíve 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
Iíve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious burning blue,
Iíve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind Iíve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Model by Jeff Copeland
Special Photography by Woody Welch