In Memory Of Keith Alan Zinn

March 12th,1951

July 1st,1995

High Flight

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter silvered winds;
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.
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, 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.