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 wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever 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.

http://www.flickr.com/groups/poetryandpicturesinternational/discuss/721575944242...

I took the two poems I just quoted above from this link.
I was looking for a couple of poems which I did not find, but found these which expressed quite a lot, I thought.

For anyone who noticed yesterday, I was quite taken with the idea of pie. It was a full-fledged pie fantasy.

I just looked over this link again, scrolling to the very bottom, a short distance below the second poem I had chosen, not having seen the few remaining ones below.

As I scrolled down to the very very very end, I noticed that, among the many artistic pictures chosen to adorn the poems the contributers submitted, the very last image was a pie.

With this poem:

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
. . .
- NURSERY RHYME, 1600s

Sounds like a pie-connection...
Wow, I wonder what sort of pie J.G. Magee had  !

Spooky