He is most famous for his poem,"High Flight."Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've c...imbed, and joined the tumbling mirthof sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,I've chased the shouting wind along, and flungMy eager craft through footless halls of air...Up, up the long, delirious, burning blueI've topped the wind-swept heights. She had carefully wrapped it around her wrist several times to make sure she didn't lose it.He took it from her hands and said, "You are a very beautiful, and very strange woman." Thank you, Master Grimes."He put it around his neck and smiled at her. "I wear it gladly. Thank you."He wasn't sure, but he would've almost sworn she skipped back to her Madame.Once there she took the chain a young black woman standing head down, dressed in a robe with a hood, never looking up even when she was. I quietly asked her if they were both okay after making love so much; she smiled as she admitted that we might all have got a little bit carried away, but assured me that they were both fine, if a little chafed on certain more delicate parts of their female anatomies!Jen came bounding back down the stairs, presumably in order to make enough noise to warn us that Mum and Dad were following her. We heard the upstairs loo flush, and sure enough my parents appeared in their dressing gowns and. ...Auntie,’ he blurted out, ‘Did you say this was your daughter's room? You didn't mean your wife's, did you?’‘No,’ Doreen replied, ‘Sarah's. My daughter's.’ Then his eyes followed Colin's gaze. ‘Oh! See what you mean.’ He laughed and went over to cuddle Colin. ‘We're a funny family,’ he said. ‘We're very close, you might say, very close indeed. We probably have some funny habits, too. Let me show you Sarah's favourite toy,’ He opened the cupboard door and pulled out a curious bundle, tossing.