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Poetry & Prose Contributed by Barbara Banks Raven the trickster is always watching, always stealing Raven is his name stealth is his game Sometimes he is still and just watching Other times he plays tricks like sneaking up on someone or something quickly snatching a tasty morsel then quickly perching somewhere to look innocent or uninvolved. He often seizes a piece of this or that without regret like it is his right to do so Sometimes he just chatters away while his fellow Ravens get the blame for his mischief When a Raven wants something, they usually get it one way or another Sometimes Raven will be the lookout for the other Ravens or change places with one He will look you in the eye or distract you while the other Ravens do the mischief Then quickly perch where he can watch the fun and feel pride For his riotous actions and the chaos, he has created He caws as if to laugh Suddenly the all the Ravens are gone They will be back again tomorrow to start again, and so will I I place my heavy radio in the charger and turn in a large set of keys. I push a button that releases a heavy sliding door with a large clank I walk out into the fresh air and freedom these Ravens do not have.
Contributed by Dave Glenn Not a shed tear to be seen. No mourning family on hand. All his old friends have gone before him. Only a cloudy sky overhead to mark this day. A winter chill in the air. His beloved flag covers his coffin. The only tribute he requested. The hole is dug to receive this old soldier. A bugle will announce his departure. A granite stone will mark the spot. There is no more for him to do on earth. Let the angles welcome him to eternity And God to say well done.
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Dave Glenn 101st Airborne Vietnam 1965-66
Contributed by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum chaos likeness in disarray destination: clear path unknown The measured progress, the satisfying thhp with each placement, the big picture rapidly coming together… Before you know it, the puzzle is complete, and there’s nothing more to say.