Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Plumage Poem by Herbert Nehrlich


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

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Form:


Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Plumage by Herbert Nehrlich )

Read all 1 comments »

Famous Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  4. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Caged Bird
    Maya Angelou
  8. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
Trending Poets
Trending Poems
  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  4. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  5. If, Rudyard Kipling
  6. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  7. Vitaï Lampada, Sir Henry Newbolt
  8. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  9. XVII (I do not love you...), Pablo Neruda
  10. Caged Bird, Maya Angelou
[Hata Bildir]