IN MEMORY OF
JACK THORNLEY, HARRY GRIFFITHS, AND ALLAN MARSHALL
THEY GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR THE FREEDOM WE NOW ENJOY.
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, delirious,
burning
blue
I've
topped the
wind-swept
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.