Flight

by Richard Wangard

Poem


Listen to the Wind

by Anthony Phillips

Poem


The Ocean's Reflection in Me

by Anthony Phillips

Poem


We're All Equal

by Jason Bartley

Array


Happy Veterans Day

by Diane Wasden

Prose


The Vietnamese Boy

by John Henningson

Poem


TOGETHER

By Tom Lowman, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Side by side in rocking chairs,
with streaks of silver in once-golden hair,
they sit in the light of a sunny day.
She turns to him in a tender way.
She says, ""The sun is cascading over the sill
like a waterfall, if you will.
A flight of geese is passing near.""
""Ah yes,"" he smiles. ""I hear them, dear.
They're heading south this time of year.
Leaves are crackling, cold winds blow.
I guess they think it's time to go.""
And he whose eyes had long grown dim
could see the pictures she drew for him.
While she no longer could hear his words,
she read on his lips the sounds of the birds.

Winter Sunrise

by Gene Groner

Poem


Nocturnal Wind

by Williiams Kurrle

Poem


Listen to the Wind

by Anthony Phillips

Poem


Warriors for Peace

by William Hull

Poem


First on the Field

by John Koelsch

Poem


Today

by Val Benitez

Poem