Almost there!

So I'm almost done swathing....I've only got like 600 more acres to go. I don't know how much that equals in time but it sounds a lot better then the last number I heard. Tomorrow once again I'll be doing farm work YAY! For some odd reason I'm excited to go to the doctor on Thursday. Probably because this trip to the doctor has the potential to get me out of work for a good portion of the day. What else is new? My aunt from Alberta is out and I got a letter from my buddy Kai. The letter managed to make me jealous because he went flying and I didn't. He did however send some cool pictures of us hotshots in our uniforms sporting our wings. Anyways yeah that's about it. Dad figures that harvest is going to be done around the 9th or 10th of September which is pretty sweet because it makes my life a whole heck of a lot easier. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have time to write about something profound and unboring. For now I'll just show off a little poem about flying that is incredibly awesome. If you've ever flown a plane you'll totally appreciate it and even if you haven't flown one you probably will to.


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 nor 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.

It was written by a Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr. who was an American serving in the Royal Canadian Air Force during World War 2. He died shortly after writing the poem at age 19.