Well here we go with week 2.
Initially struggled with inspiration for this one, as not a huge fan of poetry, other than war poets, and a few other "Classics" - and the weather outside isn't conducive to a lot of inspiration either unless there are a lot of poems about Snow - I am sure there are........
Anyhow, I know the point of a 52 - is to be given a topic and then go off come up with the goods, and as such I am doing this a bit ar$e about face, as driving down to London yesterday it hit me. Not sure which came first to my brain, the poem or the photograph, but here you are.
High Flight - by
John Gillespie Magee Jr. - First heard this at the British Legion Festival of Rememberance a few years back, and it sort of stuck with me.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward Ive climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed ofwheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovring there,
Ive chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
Ive topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew
And, while with silent lifting mind Ive trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
C&C as ever welcome (and I do realise, haven't done it in the most conventional way, though I wanted to use this poem, and a lack of air displays this week!

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