FLIGHT

    In memory of Joseph Maks
    1967-April 11, 1991.
    This page is for my aunt and uncle, David and Rebecca Maks,
    and to anyone who has lost friends and/or family members in "flight".


    "Come to the edge.
    We might fall.
    Come to the edge.
    It's too high! COME TO THE EDGE!
    And they came, and he pushed, and they flew."
    -- Christopher Logue

    FOR THOSE WHO DARE -- DEDICATED TO ALL PILOTS


    I know that I shall meet my fate
    Somewhere among the clouds above;
    Those that I fight I do not hate,
    Those that I guard I do not love;
    My country is Kiltartan Cross,
    My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
    No likely end could bring them loss
    Or leave them happier than before.

    Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
    Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
    A lonely impulse of delight
    Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
    I balanced all, brought all to mind,
    The years to come seemed waste of breath,
    A waste of breath the years behind
    In balance with this life is death.
    By William Butler Yeats

    COURAGE

    Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.
    The soul that knows it not Knows no release from little things:
    Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
    Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
    The sound of wings.
    How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
    For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
    Unless we dare The soul's dominion?
    Each time we make a choice, we pay
    With courage to behold the restless day, And count it fair.
    By: Amelia Earhart

    HIGH FLIGHT

    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 windswept heights with easy grace
    Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
    And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
    The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
    Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
    -- John Gillespie Magee


    Breathe deep, mine eyes, the frosty saga of eternal suns
    From unseen depths and dreams undreamt,
    I sing the gleaming cantos of unvanquished space
    By thought I embrace the universal
    With wings of mind I sail the infinitude
    Glory! 'tis the stars which beckon man's spirit and set our souls adrift!
    --Anonymous

    My thanks to Toast who sent me these words of "flight" which made this page possible.


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