Author Carl Rakosi They are the same everywhere This one driving his cart along the Danube, why should he give up his good sheep and his open fields and the sight of goats on the Carpathians for a strange war in a strange land? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments