Never Forgotten Original

Original oil on stretched canvas by Steven Howard.

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. Poem by John McCrae

Size: 500mm x / 19.75 x 47.25 inches.

A certificate of authenticity is provided, indicating Artist Name, Title of Work, Year of Completion, Dimensions and Medium.

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