Sharon Michele McAvoy Nichols
Oct 12th, 2005 by mark
December 24, 1949 - October 10, 2005
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend,
Doth close behind him tread.
Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner,
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
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 untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
~ John G. Magee, Jr.’s poem “High Flight”
