(Page 1) This one I started to sketch at the museum, but finished most of it here at home. The text, is a poem that was written by a young pilot of WWII, and I find it so beautiful and inspirational and I understand now why my son loves to fly and wants to become a fighter pilot. And I'm so proud of him, for the amazing person that he is and that he has this dream and he is doing everything he can to full fill that dream. (Below is page 2, the poem you can read in the bottom of this post)
Sketch I did before the ceremony started (also finished most of it at home)
Sketched a bit while watching the parade.
Photos from the parade.
And I just love how this picture turned out, its in the end of our visit at the museum and both kids were really tired. They took a moment to just sit down and take a breather.
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 winswept 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 my hand and touched the face of God.
By: Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee
No. 412 Squadron, RCAF
Died December 11, 1941
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