Funeral Poem for a Harley Davidson fan

[Doctor]

[I have split this thread off from the main thread - Presentation Doctor]

My grandad died a few days ago and I am looking for a poem/reading related to grandads or his interests: Harley davidsons and carpentry!

[Doctor]

I have not been able to find one that relates to Harley Davidsons but this is a very nice one written by an aviator in the second world war. He died when he was only 19. When I read it - it seemed to have a resonance with those who like to travel with the wind rushing past

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, 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

You can find more about his life at http://www.skygod.com/quotes/highflight.html