Name/Title
In Flanders FieldsEntry/Object ID
T031Description
Framed, "In Flanders Fields" poem:
"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 growI
Flanders fields." John McCraeLexicon
Nomenclature 4.0
Nomenclature Primary Object Term
PosterNomenclature Class
Advertising MediaNomenclature Category
Category 08: Communication ObjectsDimensions
Height
25-1/4 inWidth
19 inDepth
3/4 inExhibition
To Secure These RightsUpdated By
Kate GarrettUpdate Date
August 12, 2026
