Capt. Kwame K. Waikenda
HIGH FLIGHT
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter—silvered wings;
Sunward I have climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun—spilt 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 though footless halls of air...............
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high un-trespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
