Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Where Children Never Cry - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I dreamed again,
about Big Ben,
how London reeled
its fate seemed sealed.

There was a bridge
up near a ridge
which you could climb
if you had time.

'What is the use',
I asked sleep drunk,
of the rotund and
helpful monk.

'It leads you to
the golden shoe,
you slip inside,
go for a ride.'

'Where to, my friend,
where will they send
me from the shoe
endorsed by you? '

'Please understand,
it's Yonderland,
a land so free
where you can be

where children thrive
truly alive
where they may sigh
but never cry.


Comments about Where Children Never Cry by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (7/8/2005 8:09:00 AM)

    such a beautiful poem...good job! (Report)Reply

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  • (7/8/2005 6:42:00 AM)

    A sweet little poem, I like it, H! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 8, 2005



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