Herbert Nehrlich Poems

You asking me 'why'
is a trifle rich
I'm just a good guy
but you are a bitch.
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I'd spent so many summers on my uncle's farm
and loved to feel the roots of rightful, old tradition.
Our day began when Mr. Sandman passed and the alarm
was getting ready to convey programmed decision
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A fisherman goes out to fish
his wife cooks up a fishy dish.
Do not forget the lowly worm
who wiggles but stays rather firm
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Of all the many salient features
of childhood I remember teachers.
Right after birth you get attention,
they cater to you, not to mention
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While crossing the Snoqualmie River
on foot near frosty Holtershausen,
a settlement of faithful Amish
was milking cows in drafty barns.
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A voice of substance,
to pierce gray cirrus clouds,
a disobedient angel
dismissed by God
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The salesman looked at me and grinned.
'You make me laugh, you really do.
The question is, can I sell wind
to unsuspecting buyers, you
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A crash destroyed my happy dream,
it must be glass that loudly shattered,
turns out a palm frond that I'd left,
just slightly yellow, and preparing
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I loved my parents that Spring day
and had no reservation.
Let me describe this if I may,
this time of admiration.
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Born in the snow-capped Cascade Ranges
a timid junior river sings its song.
A voice of loneliness, a sad and tearful longing,
cool waters burble through the valley, the Snoqualmie.
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