Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Plumage


It's you my bird who sings at night.
There is no other place on earth
that grants the rights to feathered birds
to sing as did the man from Snowy River.

You look the part, it's the plumage
which touches on the word ramage
so will you sing your song for me?
You shall hear mine when I am free.

Submitted: Friday, September 16, 2005

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