Bosnian Dreams Poem by Michael T. Crandall

A Beautiful Landscape
Ravaged by War
People in distress
Wishing no more,
Wrong or right
We are here,
Should we fight,
Do they care?
Peace at hand
So they say,
A Foreign Land
So far away,
Giving our Lives
For their Peace,
Can we save
This Beautiful Landscape
Ravaged by War.


A Fall Day A fall day
A tall tree
A strong wind
Some leaves fall
A soft breeze
One leaf falls
A sole leaf
Falling, falling, alone
It reaches earth
Once again
Among friends