High Flight (An Airman's Ecstacy)

Blue sky over Pendle!

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 sun-light silence. Hovering 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 nor 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 (An Airman's Ecstacy)" [1941], Poem of the Week, accessed August 26, 2015, http://www.potw.org/archive/potw433.html

Grey skies over the Yellow Hills