[pt17]

My favorite poem. And a fitting tribute to those who dare the shouting winds

My father introduced me to this poem when he came home from WWII. He had just taken me up in a Stearman for my first plane ride as a little boy so I understood it's meaning. It was the only recitation at his funeral and hangs on a plaque in my office today. And, yes, it is a fitting tribute for those who have topped the windswept heights to touch the face of God. The tears are running down my face.

[luckymom]

This beautiful poem was my Dad's favorite as well. He was a pilot in WWII, and it was read at his funeral. Perfect.