Walt Linne reads "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 delerious, 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 untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God


- John Gillespie Magee, Jr. -




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