Herbert Nehrlich Beach Poems

Omaha Beach.
Who fought for freedom there?
Was there a single coward
or were they all like me?
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I dreamed about an Easterbunny
on Zuma Beach, where it was sunny.
She would have graced big city malls
and told me she liked Matzo Balls.
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I do admit it freely Sir,
the legs, the movements, it was her.
She entered slowly, splashing some
I was in awe, yelled here I come.
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