"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Women in the Military History Speech – March

by Judith Leu

Prose


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array


Head Trip

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem


Growth

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Fate

by Robert Valonis

Array


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.

Faces of The Homeless 2

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 8

by Daniel Strange

Art


Strange 2

by Daniel Strange

Art


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array