Harvest At The Front by Ian Fletcher

They know this soil
could grow the corn
they sow back home
would repay their toil
season after season
until they lay beneath
after lives well lived.

Yet here in no man’s land
the fields are ploughed
into craters and mud
by shells and seeded
with bullets that will reap
the harvest of their blood.

Ian Fletcher

Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and stories published in Tuck Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Dead Snakes, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, and in various anthologies.

 

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