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.
Thank you in advance for any comments and to anyone kind enough to add this painting to their collections and a special big thank you to my loyal Watchers.
Truly a personal favorite the bright to very dark tone in the background is fantastic. Im not going to say its amazing or beautiful or anything. Im afraid your drawings are not worthy of such understatements.