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本帖最后由 billzhao 于 2014-11-7 11:35 编辑
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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
* e& s9 ]& ] \6 ~& |% U# T% k And held one forth, but I shook my head
+ ` ~; c! ~: C) h" [* V5 NThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
' m' r2 h( r2 O' I/ k' MHer face was old, and lined with care,
- n l" c/ o* P1 s) C* z. E5 wYet beneath the scars, the years had made - g) y" j T/ u4 y4 T9 l8 \
There remained a smile that refused to fade. " i3 g6 r% w8 l& X! m2 X, H' w- `
# n; c+ w9 @$ N( a3 D7 ]' {A boy came whistling down the street 7 ]7 I* D; I+ X7 Z* @- C+ G
Bounding along on his carefree feet
$ M7 o, k: q" Y$ M+ {% `His smile was full of joy and fun
0 u3 G/ S& I" C6 e: U" s/ z! f “Lady” he said, “can I have one? + h7 u7 l4 j) D8 L
As she pinned it on I heard him say ) r" Y5 S0 r" G! t
“Why do we wear the poppy today?” 0 w( K q/ c t3 O4 l
The lady smiled in her wistful way
0 i% r3 s* N; b5 k7 cAnd answered “this is remembrance day”
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; b. Z, L7 n; ?" _& Z' }“The poppy is the symbol for the,
" n" t9 _1 _ r! lThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.# U; r% |/ u/ R j* `
“And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see” & q: N j4 J, G8 i* c
- P$ }3 c$ G2 s0 H“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes, 2 E& ]7 J2 j3 }+ v: q3 {
He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about” - M( F9 b7 R0 \( H; _
As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”, + Z8 L0 V' M% N4 `4 a
He was fine and strong with a boyish smile, * o1 A0 F k$ Q7 }1 [; D ]# u$ w
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while 7 X& p' }9 T% K2 }4 ^0 B4 v
When the War broke out he went away / l& S7 V6 w7 E J% E/ [7 m
I can still remember his face that day ~+ K" L1 m4 z& J
When he smiled at me and said goodbye 5 p; L9 K1 J+ V, D; T
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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# w1 c" W9 r, X1 }: K: s% H {But the War went on and he had to stay ; D" V. s0 l5 W+ q# S
All I could do was wait and pray 4 U3 G6 V8 ?, z9 t" g" {$ c
His letters told of an awful fight
1 C& ~1 p( Z& v& x$ E! Y6 R% q3 o. aI can see it still in my dreams at night
y0 |; I8 u! W% M3 WWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
% B) Z+ Q5 s5 Z$ d* b# i; T' |* lAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire # g% X: W5 [8 s9 P0 N
Until at last the War was won / g+ }6 K& ~& t
And that is why we wear the poppy son
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( `* G$ ~8 x% E" ~& @0 UThe small boy turned as if to go 1 h2 k- K# w, G6 ]* r" U
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
7 V- t' l' N! |8 e+ y8 s8 n) TThat sure did sound like an awful fight a" h7 v9 H/ g/ l; h
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
% l- |" u- N8 l8 \& e0 `9 zA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head 1 J6 I1 G1 D* @
But didn’t speak.: d) I6 T' l6 B8 J5 z: i- q/ k
7 z4 I0 K* {1 g3 T; cI slunk away, head bowed in shame, 5 x9 ~# P# @; i$ W8 |% s. M$ ?
And if you were me, you’d have done the same, , g- [1 J: b6 Q( C: A9 \
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
" l+ I( ` x# m- \. O/ RThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn 0 l* ~/ P" D1 N. t9 f% w
Let us reflect on the burden borne $ y0 ~3 W1 S }6 F( n# G" Y; P
By those who gave their precious all 8 ^; P" y+ ?/ x8 f
When asked to answer their countries call 6 O* w; Z5 i+ B5 `) X9 M5 {
That we at home, in peace may live ; i8 b" q, R H
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give. |
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