Sower with Setting Sun
He strides across the freshly ploughed and harrowed land scattering into its furrows the seeds from his sack where they will germinate in this fallow and fertile soil such honest toil sustaining him and his kith and kin. Behind him stands a vast field of wheat the fruit of past labours stretching like a yellow sea to the horizon then seeming to merge into the rays of the setting sun which radiate from the earth into the heavens above. Paying no heed to the blackbirds following him as he goes he allows them their share of the seeds that he sows for here is God’s plenty and the cup of nature overflows. This humble man has long since returned to the earth from whence he came and these ancient fields will now be sown and harvested by machines consigning him and his ilk to the land of our dreams. Yet in van Gogh’s painting the sower sows eternally on reminding us of a simpler world that has forever gone. 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 short stories published in 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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