Poems of ty. bohls
|8.||money and life||2/10/2007|
|9.||on eagles wings||2/22/2007|
|11.||the third rider||2/10/2007|
|12.||WHAT YOU FIND||1/27/2007|
The sadness I see while I am here
a life of struggle, loss, hate and fear.
I was lucky to be American born
unlike these children whose lives are torn.
They are raised in a world of fighting and pain
where bullets and shrapnel spread like rain.
Playing outside with a friend or a brother