The poem In Flanders Fields, written by Canadian doctor, Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae on 3 May 1915, after he was inspired to write it following the burial of Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, a fellow soldier and friend. Each of the two smaller poppies is set with red crystal jewels set within the bas-relief. The larger poppy also struck in bas-relief has been hand enamelled in red and black.
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JOHN McCRAE
1872-1918
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
