Lest We Forget | Scott Tetlow

Lest We Forget,

Glicee on paper (Also available on paper deluxe)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky that 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 n Flanders fields.