Herbert Nehrlich Beach Poems

Omaha Beach

Omaha Beach.
Who fought for freedom there?
Was there a single coward
or were they all like me?

Zuma Beach

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.

For Her Who Went To The Beach Today

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.