My 14 Year Old Daughter Wrote This

My baby wrote this. Okay, okay, she’s only 2 minutes younger than her twin sister, but still, she’s my baby and I’m blown away by her talent. I know it’s full of flowery youth, but oh, what a lovely place to start!

“Where I’m From”
Coryne Fields

I am from wires and blinking lights
From the hands that could never close around her mother’s finger
I am from the never ending work my father does every day,
off to save the world, as we see it
I am from the way the ocean and the sand meet
Gracefully sewn together by the stones it’s created
From the eight years that resides there
The best years a puppy with big paws could ever hold
I am from the smell of leather off a brand new saddle
From the water buckets and the flakes
To the ‘V’ behind a horses ears
I am from the teardrops on the pages of a good book
From the shows I watch to the music I love
I am from the sound of rain, and the smell of the petrichor
From the snow days accompanied by hot chocolate and a fireplace to sit by
I am from the ridiculous thing called life
We are all from this place
So I’m from times of sadness halted by the realization of time
I am from healing
I am from my silly little family on our silly little hill
From the dumbest cat, and his sister, the most narcissistic but adorable cat on this planet
From an old soul who loved his life
To our healer, a rescue;
Because that’s what our old soul would want us to do
But I, and we, are from anything but tragedy
Because nothing is beautifully tragic
It’s just tragic
But I, and we, are from hope.
We are from pure happiness.
We are from fortitude.
And we love it here.

It never gets old.

We’re one spaceflight away from the end of American spaceflight. JFK inspired a nation with a call to the moon ‘because it’s hard’ 50 years ago this month. Below is one of my very favorite poems, written by a WWII aviator at left, John Gillespie Magee, Jr. His heart is wide open in these few sentences; It fairly drips with the deep joy of flying he clearly felt. Thanks to the website Great Aviation Quotes for the background on him.

I wonder what he’d think about a president who stomped on the majesty of space-flight for the big 21st century ideas of choo-choo trains & windmills?


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

During the desperate days of the Battle of Britain, hundreds of Americans crossed the border into Canada to enlist with the Royal Canadian Air Force. Knowingly breaking the law, but with the tacit approval of the then still officially neutral United States Government, they volunteered to fight the Nazis.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr., was one such American. Born in Shanghai, China, in 1922 to an English mother and a Scotch-Irish-American father, Magee was 18 years old when he entered flight training. Within the year, he was sent to England and posted to the newly formed No 412 Fighter Squadron, RCAF, which was activated at Digby, England, on 30 June 1941. He was qualified on and flew the Supermarine Spitfire.

Flying fighter sweeps over France and air defense over England against the German Luftwaffe, he rose to the rank of Pilot Officer.

On 3 September 1941, Magee flew a high altitude (30,000 feet) test flight in a newer model of the Spitfire V. As he orbited and climbed upward, he was struck with the inspiration of a poem — “To touch the face of God.”

Once back on the ground, he wrote a letter to his parents. In it he commented, “I am enclosing a verse I wrote the other day. It started at 30,000 feet, and was finished soon after I landed.” On the back of the letter, he jotted down his poem, ‘High Flight.’

Just three months later, on 11 December 1941 (and only three days after the US entered the war), Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr., was killed. The Spitfire V he was flying, VZ-H, collided with an Oxford Trainer from Cranwell Airfield flown by one Ernest Aubrey. The mid-air happened over the village of Roxholm which lies between RAF Cranwell and RAF Digby, in the county of Lincolnshire at about 400 feet AGL at 11:30. John was descending in the clouds. At the enquiry a farmer testified that he saw the Spitfire pilot struggle to push back the canopy. The pilot, he said, finally stood up to jump from the plane. John, however, was too close to the ground for his parachute to open. He died instantly.

He was 19 years old.

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