Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Born in the snow-capped Cascade Ranges
a timid junior river sings its song.
A voice of loneliness, a sad and tearful longing,
cool waters burble through the valley, the Snoqualmie.
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A radish popped out of the ground
it had red cheeks, his face was round
the leafy hair he had was green
and little else could then be seen
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It was a day full of tristesse.
The birds knew it,
dogs, wolves and roaches
sensed it,
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It's only you that sees the fog
and finds himself so lost within
the murmur of familiar voices,
do let the kindness of the sun
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They say the years from one to five,
when tiny tots become alive,
li'l professors they are, really
as they take in and store so freely
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Use three percent peroxide, dear
first in the nose, then in the ear.
Those nasty germs will run and scatter
and from the nostrils greenish matter
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There once was a handsome green frog
who resided inside an old log.
He had cut two small vents
in the log for defense
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A stork built on the roof a nest,
he had just recently been blessed
with what he called his feathered dream:
Long legs, a beak of crimson cream
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A mouse looked through a tiny crack
to see the farmer and his spouse
who opened what she had brought back
from shopping back here to the house.
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Some teardrops fell upon my bed,
I heard them in the dark.
Remembered dimly what I'd said
last night, that one remark
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