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From: (LoveLetterBoxing@aol.com) |
Date: 2003-02-01 12:54:19 UTC-05:00
In honor of the upcoming 100 years of flight anniversary, I've been slowly working on an aviation series. "Amelia," "Spruce Goose" "Flying Burrito Brothers" and others. I'd printed out this poem from John Magee (from which Ron Reagan quoted in his Challenger speech 17 years ago) to put inside each box...thought I'd share it with each of you today.
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.
"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.
Robin
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From: Lillie Gilbert (lillie@wildriveroutfitters.com) |
Date: 2003-02-01 13:31:47 UTC-05:00
Don't
forget Beryl Markham, the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic from east
to west. She wrote a wonderful book, West with the Night. It's my
favorite.
-----Original Message-----In honor of the upcoming 100 years of flight anniversary, I've been slowly working on an aviation series. "Amelia," "Spruce Goose" "Flying Burrito Brothers" and others. I'd printed out this poem from John Magee (from which Ron Reagan quoted in his Challenger speech 17 years ago) to put inside each box...thought I'd share it with each of you today.
From: LoveLetterBoxing@aol.com [mailto:LoveLetterBoxing@aol.com]
Sent: Saturday, February 01, 2003 12:54 PM
To: letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [LbNA] : (
"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.
Robin
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From: Mary Ellen Martel (memlili54@yahoo.com) |
Date: 2003-02-01 13:14:26 UTC-08:00
Thank you for that poem, Robin, So very sadly appropriate today.
Memlili
LoveLetterBoxing@aol.com wrote:
In honor of the upcoming 100 years of flight anniversary, I've been slowly working on an aviation series. "Amelia," "Spruce Goose" "Flying Burrito Brothers" and others. I'd printed out this poem from John Magee (from which Ron Reagan quoted in his Challenger speech 17 years ago) to put inside each box...thought I'd share it with each of you today.
"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.
Robin
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From: (vitlaur@aol.com) |
Date: 2003-02-02 11:56:41 UTC-05:00
In a message dated 2/1/03 8:12:49 PM Eastern Standard Time, letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com writes:
I loved that book.
Don't forget Beryl Markham, the first woman to fly solo across the
Atlantic from east to west. She wrote a wonderful book, West with the
Night. It's my favorite.
I loved that book.