by John Gillespie
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.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind
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 neither lark nor eagle flew.
And there with silent lifting mind
I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of
of a Pilot
Flight is freedom in its purest
To dance with the clouds which
follow a storm;
To roll and glide, to wheel
To feel the joy that swells
To leave the earth with its troubles and
And know the warmth of a clear
Then back to earth at the end
of the day,
Released from the tensions
which melted away.
Should my end come while I am in
Whether brightest day or darkest
Spare me no pity and shrug
off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that
I'd do it again.
For each of us is created to
And within me I know,
I was born to