There is so much symbolism and remembrance associated with poppies. And, they are just beautiful flowers to boot!
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In Flanders Fields
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By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
- Framed: 24.5 x 20.5 x 1.75 in
- Subject Matter: Still Life
- Collections: Florals, Still Life, ~~ Prints Available