My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Faces of The Homeless 1

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


I Left Mississippi

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


First Day in Vietnam

by Daniel Strange

Prose


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array


A MOTHER'S CRY

By Ernest Tukes, Army

Writing Type: Poem

At home, a mother is crying.
In Vietnam, someone's son is dying.
Here we are in our bush site,
lying still and low
Charlie's out there,
trying to make a stand.
We are here to resist his command.
Suddenly, the bush silence
is broken as if by a claymore's blow.
Everything is illuminated.
Frags are thrown.
Tra~ers streak through the sky
as if it's the Fourth of July,
and we're having fun
just like kids
when they're out to play.
But war is not for kids;
war is what a mother dreads
for she knows that it might be her son
who will come home dead.
Suddenly, someone yells,
""I'm hit.""
Another says, ""Get the Doc!""
And as we stood there that rainy night,
a lone star shone down on our friend.
In his last words, we could hear him say,
""Mother's crying. I'm dying.
I'm coming, Mother.
No more tears shall you shed.
No more fear of dying shall I fear
for I have fought and fought well.
Now it's time for me to rest,
not above but below
this war-ridden sky.

Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


Strange 7

by Daniel Strange

Art


Strange 4

by Daniel Strange

Art


Growth

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Seven Minutes Till Daybreak

by Neal Morrison Jr

Array