Red Poppy Earrings
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.
-Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 1915ERS9580
Finish: Solid brass, electro-plated with non-tarnishing silver finish, giclee print, ear wires are hypo-allergenic
Dimensions: Hangs approx. 1.50" (Gift Boxed with Provenance Card)