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 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.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
May he rest in peace
I used to watch our tv station sign off at night quoting this poem and showing a T38 Talon flying. I was only 12 or so but still remember most of this poem by heart.
it makes me want a spitfire
I love the art ! I have a friend in Calgary named Al Garrett who is an artist who paints in the military vein . A lot of his work is in the Air Museum in Ottawa . Acrylics for Al mostly . I have a few of his signed limited edition prints . The "Missing Man" formation of the Spits over the beach at Dover is a good one .
Your handle : Funny as my friend Frank names me with that one as I AM ADDICTED to RC models ! RickC
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