WPC: Growth

grandfather and grandson marching to Bomber Command memorial, Hyde ParkGenerations come to pay their respects…
grandson at the Bomber command memorialand remember…
one of the aircrew sculptures of the bomber command memorialthose who will never grow old.

“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 sunlight 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
Iv`e 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 untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.”

John Gillespie Magee Jr,  9 June 1922 – 11 December 1941


Seeing a grandson developing into such a fine young man gave extra pause for thought at the Bomber Command Memorial which touches on the topic of ‘Growth’ in this WP Weekly photo challenge

Useful Links:
Magee’s poem ‘High Flight’, photos and footage on Coastrider’s blog post: Dog Fights & Beethoven
Hyde Park: Bomber Command Memorial


8 thoughts on “WPC: Growth

    1. the image speaks volumes about growing up, growing old and the constancy of bonds of affection. The poet died before he was 20 but what a way with words he already had

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