Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 4

by Daniel Strange

Art


Strange 2

by Daniel Strange

Art


I Left Mississippi

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


He Was the Enemy: A Soldier's Dilemma

by JonnieLynn Donatelli

Poem


THE AMERICAN PASTIME: BASEBALL

By John O'Neil, Army

Writing Type: Poem

The sport of baseball has commenced;
Frantic fans have bought their seats.
The park is filled to capacity;
The players adjust their cleats.
The National Anthem is sung with gustoThousands
of fans stand in a row.
The umpire then shouts, ""Play Ball!""
To get the game to go.
Some fans have favorite players;
They carry names on cards to tell.
However, it takes nine innings
To prove the players did that well.
When the game is over,
And their team has got a win,
It's hard not to realize,
It was those fans who had the grin.

Take My Hand and Walk With Me

by Gene Groner

Poem


The State of the Nation: Various Levels of Pain

by Charles Marshall

Poem


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 2

by Daniel Strange

Art


A Better Place

by Gene Groner

Poem