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In Flanders Fields

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 Field.

I can’t get enough of this little ham!! 😍 T-minus 2 days until the new collection hits the shop! I loved designing these monochrome pieces with a touch of plaid. 🤍❤️🖤
Photos by the super talented: Gillian Foster Photography