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by Matthew Davison

Poem


Remote Control

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Ella's Submarine

by David Ludlow

Prose


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by Jason Bartley

Array


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by Lawrence Langman

Poem


Ride 'em Cowboy

by Dan Yates

Prose


WILLOW WAS HER NAME

By Neal Lesh, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Under tall oak trees, the summer breeze, blows gently through her hair.
With her quiet sighs, and soft blue eyes, I couldn’t help but stare.

She noticed me, and I could see, her face all flushed with shame.
It was very clear, I fell in love right here, and “Willow” was her name.

Through a summer rain, we walked the lane, not far from where we met.
We knew for sure, our love was pure, as pure as love can get.

The autumn wind, caused trees to bend, as it swept down where we stood.
She caught a chill and soon took ill.
The outlook wasn’t good.

The winter’s snow, began to blow, and shadows filled the day.
A love so strong though not for long -- in spring she passed away.

One shouldn’t cry for sad good-byes, be happy just the same.
‘Cause I can’t forget the one I met, and “Willow” was her name.

Under tall oak trees, a summer breeze, blows gently through her hair.
Through mist-filled eyes, I still hear her sighs; how I wish that she were there.

Though the years progress, my one happiness would be to hold her just the same.
As I did then,
I’d do again, and “Willow” was her name.

.. And I’ll never be the same.

Notes: Mary Ellen Zemanek

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by Dan Yates

Poem


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by Ty Andrews

Drawing


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by Penny Deere

Art


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by Michelle Pond

Photograph


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by Gene Groner

Poem


911

by Martin Jonquiere

Poem