Herbert Nehrlich Poems
|365.||The Journey To The Forest||9/30/2005|
|368.||Needs Of The Jungle||9/13/2005|
|369.||Journey To Appenzell||10/25/2005|
|373.||Dreams About Things||4/29/2005|
|375.||Free At Last||12/28/2004|
|376.||Snow At Last||1/9/2005|
|383.||Lessons For Lessies||4/29/2005|
|384.||Mud In Your Eye||4/29/2005|
|385.||The Brain Of The East Germans||2/23/2005|
|388.||Seeing Things Only||5/30/2005|
|389.||Pride And Wallet||2/4/2005|
|391.||Monsieur Gustave Cazin||7/11/2005|
|394.||The Cause Of Drought||7/4/2005|
|396.||Challenge Response Rhymes||4/4/2005|
|399.||The Thing Of Pop||6/19/2005|
|400.||The Gambling Optimist||8/7/2005|
I was not looking when you found me
you stopped just long enough to smile.
I felt your presence all around me
and hoped that you would stay awhile.
You hurried on - you had your reason
and faded slowly in the light,
'twas hot, the highest summer season:
And then you turned - I'd hoped you might.
You flashed a brief but lovely look,
it made me feel quite weird.
Then silly me 'What if she took
offense at my gray beard? '
Then you were gone, the sun left with you,
the night air came with sudden force.
And to this day I often miss you
Have you heard of a girl named Norina?
She's a poet and just fourteen.
Not an Artist, nor Ballerina,
but a poet with talent, and keen.
Take a look at her contributions:
they are lovely and meaningful, sweet.
If you're talking of elocution,
she's truly and well on the beat.