He was a man at nineteen who danced with God
As death's grasp was ever tugging at his soul.
In the blue his British brother's spitfire squad
Sneered at death as each day took its ghastly toll.
His wings took him where, as a child, he could only stare
And wonder "If I fell, would the clouds catch me?"
"My comrades have fallen all around and I find
It is their love and courage that guide me."
In that beautiful blue, there is a quiet peace.
High, before the eagle dives it screams so loud
That God's love and strength will guide their flight.
So, at the last, "I shall trust to be caught by the clouds"...
In honor of John Gillespie Magee Jr., his courage, and his poems.
Within a year after writing his most famous poem "High Flight"
his plane crashed into a field and he died at 19. It is the most famous poem ever written about flight.