A Tribute to the Crew of Columbia

NASA Photo

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, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept 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 out my hand and touched the face of God.

          - John Gillespie Magee, Jr, 1922-1944

NASA Photo

David Brown

 

Rick Husband

 

Laura Clark

 

Kalpana Chawla

 

Michael Anderson

 

William McCool

 

Ilan Ramon

 

 

White House Photo by Paul Morse

IN MEMORY

I have run into the wind
head up, and mane flying;
wonderful, not terrifying;

I have challenged the Earth
and all that I could see.
Remember Me.
©2-1-03 Christina Sharik

 

1 February 2003

What lies there, beyond the hill?
A rivers bend, Oh! what to see?
What will they find,
For you and me?
Those who went so far, so far.
To lead mankind from star to star.
The cost, this was a tragic day.
They chart the course,
Of the Milky Way

©Marvin Tyacke 2/2/2003
 

Eternal Flight

Seven will
Continue...
 

ever onward,
never returning...

never ending...
forever, ever onward

we salute...
Seven
Faye Sizemore 2/1/2003

 

 

Columbia, Final Flight

 

They were returning to Earth, their mission almost done,

And, as the world watched in shocked disbelief,

Three contrails appeared where there had been one;

Happy celebration began to slowly melt into grief.

Its parts scattered far across the land on that fatal day,

The Shuttlecraft was lost to us, with all hands on board.

A stunned nation could only gaze upward and pray;

As Columbia established permanent  orbit about the Lord.

ã3/3/2003 Thurman P. Woodfork