July 2004 The Megaphone Page 7
by Sharon (Woods) Schwartz
I awake....
From my window the morning breaks....
Mist cloaks the landscape like a soft
velvet blanket..
Images appear..mountains..trees..jewels of
flowers...huddled but there...like friends..
I close my eyes and sigh...longing for my love..
My eyes open...I gaze out into the mist...a figure
drifts towards me...my heart all but stands still....
for it is you....
My room is filled with that mist and with you...
I feel your arms encircle me...your silken body
embraces me...
Your blue eyes dance with joy...
We kiss...allowing each other to taste...
savor our love.
Bodies come together....rapture is there...
filling the air....
Fulfillment comes and as I open my eyes...you are gone...
like the mist...until we meet again.
Submitted by . . .
Sharon (Woods) Schwartz '55
Poem Used in President Reagan's Challenger Speech
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 unsurpassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
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Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
No 412 squadron, Royal Canadian Air Force
Killed 11 December 1941
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Submitted by . . .
Jean (Taylor) Rodgers '57
Westfield, IN
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