Description: "In Flanders Fields," a poem by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, was inspired by the burial of a friend. Two smaller poppies feature red crystal jewels in bas-relief, while a larger, hand-enamelled red and black poppy is also in bas-relief.
Inscription: 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