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Behind the Lines

Two depictions of the Great War

Rocket Men

It’s going to be a long, long time

When Suppertime Came

We still don’t know why the Fitzgerald went down

When toddler and grandmother

follow the garden path

ready to pick new peas

they come upon a steaming

pile of bear scat.

They calmly turn around,

go home without the peas.

Taking fifty dollars from her purse

laying it on the table

the woman simply says

W.M. Herring is an emerging writer who lives, works and observes nature in rural north-central British Columbia. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Arc Poetry, Christian Century, The Nashwaak Review, Passion: Poetry, The Prairie Journal and Time of Singing.

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