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Oh! I’ve slipped the surly bonds of home

And ran the rural roads on adrenaline-filled tires

Westward I’ve gone, to join the thunder’s dark drone

Among swirling grey skies of fury — and filled my desires

doing things you have not dreamed of — wheeled, steered and ran

Through hail, rain and wind, Looking here and there,

Chasing roaring whirlwinds tall, wide and grand

With an eager car through rushing rapids of air

Down, down the long, delirious misty road

I’ve seen those wind-sculpted storms in all their grace

What no ordinary man or beast could ever dare to know —

And, while with concentrated, focused eyes on the future

Braving the storm, looking for God’s glory in my race,

Stretching my hand, touching the face of Mother Nature.

"A Storm Chaser’s Ecstasy"

(Parody of High Flight/Aviator’s Ecstasy by John Gillespie Magee)

By Nathaniel Schneller