Why wear a poppy

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' ], Z4 {% i6 P! ^& N “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
; l9 b1 a4 b& P: }$ {/ {+ h. oThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
% {" L# `- G/ W6 ]1 N) }! L. @Her face was old, and lined with care,
9 m% t; F+ p, h' V- \Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
0 I6 k& O5 Z+ Y, p  x# X$ b/ wHis smile was full of joy and fun
5 r( y- |$ f0 h5 t# i$ A “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
7 r% c! ~: Q$ _; B+ CThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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( u) L$ }, p6 P4 T% |$ y  N6 m“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
. V3 R9 E: V) F1 R5 E “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
. R) m) N1 m7 ^5 HHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
2 V2 Z3 @- a' x" F# h% l% e: XHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
9 ^+ V/ w4 v( c8 L$ G" o0 vWhen the War broke out he went away
; Y. j- e. v& j) g* r9 `( Z. bI can still remember his face that day
! G  j3 L3 n9 R' A* X: rWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

3 r- b) f* x2 q% o% sBut the War went on and he had to stay
# u9 t$ d. f, l$ i- M7 \2 ]! I* C  _: ]All I could do was wait and pray
% |  J0 m' o$ F0 b& O  h6 pHis letters told of an awful fight
% R; x5 q! L' K( ?8 Q8 dI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
( Z+ v3 n8 H) h2 _' ]And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
& }3 ]$ X4 S& DAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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' s& j, ?% l. m- [1 y: `The small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
! S8 R7 p0 H; q0 w- h8 w9 H/ ^That sure did sound like an awful fight
4 F* k" |: R5 R! A' b) r8 d" X “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.

  m/ P9 F3 \9 LI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
1 s/ f7 n; i7 @# j4 G* L2 N: T, GAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
5 z. X* U' M) M  d2 G9 KFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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1 Z% U8 M" k' h! L  i, IAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
& r  Z# V7 b( M' ^4 M, i2 ]* j# I% @8 q6 PBy those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
/ f- J: j) ]4 \3 X& TThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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