Bitter Harvest


Wheat cut flat
by marching boots
and blood.
wood to field
and village,
a million men
in a twenty
bloody weeks.

Summer grown,
autumn mown.
Harvested in red
By winter the dead
and mud were

A game played
By mile of road
and river.
town and village
as man by man
they fell down.

the dead laid
head to toe
in cold soil,
a wooden cross
without a name
or ploughed deep in
French fields,
the proud dead of 1916.

  -Dave Kavanagh

Remembering the 1200,000 brave soldiers who died in the battle of the Somme which started 100years ago on 1st July 1916. 41,800 Irish among the dead.

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