April Wood, metalsmith
Soldier
2005
Copper, silver, bronze, oil paint
22 x 8 x 2.5 inches
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.

written by Lieutenant John McCrae in 1915

I made this piece as a memorial for all the soldiers and citizens who have died since 2001 in Iraq & Afghanistan.
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