SOMEONE
WE LOVE DEARLY HAS GAINED HIS WINGS TODAY
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sun-ward 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 ever eagle flew
— And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high un-trespassed
sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the Face of God.
R.I.P
Big Jim, How you'll be missed!
"Born with the map of Ireland on his face
and in his heart"...
'Till we meet again
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