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
A couple of evenings ago I took this photo of the contrails that seem to mark an X in the sky with the moon nearby. I thought of this poem that was read while showing a jet soaring through the sky played at the end of the broadcast when the tv station signed off for the night many years ago. Do you remember this?
Until next time...