Wolf Pack

by Brant Parker III

Poem


Every Now and Then

by Ted Jensen

Poem


Plains Vignettes

by William Shepherd

Prose


My Prayer

by Kenny Trujillo

Poem


Poppies

by Bryan Moore

Art


An Introduction to Last a Lifetime

by Shon Pernice

Prose


A SONG

By Brian Powers, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Why should I keep charging on?
Perhaps to write a brand new song.
Something new (not heard before)
Of ancient history or early lore.
The Roman legions, the gore of war,
The Spaniards hacking an Aztec shore,
The disease of Europe, killing more,
A latent plague, a virgin land,
To prey upon the red-skinned man.
And then what the plague didn't kill,
The firewater drank its fill.
A warrior now too good no more,
The spotted pony on to war.
Upon the hill amidst the sage
Is where the warrior is today.
Look up! Look up into the sky,
A soaring hawk goes gliding by,
Its wings wide spread against the wind,
The whole world his only friend.
If I were this hawk today,
I wouldn't screech so pleasantly
Of the sight below.
So plain to see the ravage rent upon the land,
That the warrior once held in hand,
And held it up, lifted it up toward the open sky,
For the great spirit to sanctify.
His holy land bought for a sack of beads,
Astounding even for white man's greed.
A deed from me to you and you to me,
But the land is still there for the hawk to see.

Notes: Jacque Burgess Karen L. Burgess

In My Blood, Mind, and Soul

by Albert Hernandez

Prose


Give a Pig a Break

by Michael Pride Young

Songs Lyrics


Look What You Did! You Win Again!

by Diane Wasden

Poem


You Never Close Your Eyes

by Ted Jensen

Poem


Sgt. Reckless

by kimberly green

Array


My Prayer

by Kenny Trujillo

Poem