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| Poem of the Week December 8 to 14, 2002 |
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| Sheaves of Grass **A Collection of Poems |
| High Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the sky 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 or wheeled and soared and swung, High in the sunlit silence hovering there, I've chased the shouting wind along and flung My eager craft thru footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious burning blue. I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace, Where never lark nor even eagle flew. And while with silent lifting mind I've trod That high untrespassed sanctity of space, Reached out my hand and touched the face of God. by WG McGee - Written by a RAF Pilot during WWII Submitted by PK,2002 also published at way north grass roots |
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