Dennis Herrell
Dennis Herrell


Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.


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Haiku - Whistle, At Night, Mother Hens, Hat



I sometimes whistle

like the wind greeting the trees,

but leaves don’t wave back.


She visits sometimes,

like the moon appears some nights,

shinning on my bed.


In the sunny park,

tending children in the grass,

moms play mother hens.


The wind hates your hat

so much it cannot resist

throwing it away.



Dennis Herrell 

(2/16/10 -Abbey )

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