High Flight

Expecting the weekend to be wet it was a pleasant surprise to have another sunny day although there was a definite chill in the air out of the sun.

Here is a poem I came across as I haven't blipped a poem for a while and whilst these pigeons are on a low flight I can picture J McGee up in the clouds.

"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 spun, high in the sunlit silence
Up, up the long delirious burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with ease,
Where never lark or even eagle flew.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting winds along,
Through footless halls of air.
And, while with silent, lifted mind,
I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space;
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

J.McGee, R.A.F.1940