HIGHFLIGHT
- tenbrunsel2
- Nov 10, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: May 11, 2023

*photo by Kerri Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth;
And Danced lightly cross Golden Beaches.
Surredly I fly, flit, fling, hurl myself with reckless abandon;
Soaring, soaring, soaring beyond belief.
I am fearless in my flight;
My plight;
Suspended on the hand of God.
High Flight (Lauren on Beach) 11/15/15
tom tenbrunsel
Poet Laureate of My Domain
*photo by Kerri
Happy B-Day Young Lady❤️



Thank you for writing this special birthday poem, Papa! My favorite line is "suspended on the hand of God" -- chill bumps! ❤️