Why wear a poppy

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& `9 H" b8 w1 @# R! M- [$ D “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
5 O7 Z& p. p/ d8 \ And held one forth, but I shook my head
8 P. |2 s+ D; W# m) D% \! CThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
9 K4 }+ D/ ^* B/ b  y4 ]Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

$ k% `. y3 Z! V; A# BA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
9 P  _( v0 o% l1 M& Z, P: \2 THis smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
9 {& G' U% e  ^: q; ~  R. h4 }" \As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
  u" j. ?" d% Y3 TThe lady smiled in her wistful way
  M" G' S( |$ o2 ?0 Z( zAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

7 N  j7 Q7 b* U  G“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
1 u' l0 R2 W; C: R+ j" c9 e9 t “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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; o1 Q3 ]! l9 O0 C' k4 A- \% d“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
He 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”,
He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
# j1 F2 U% {! _* P! F: cBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
0 v% V9 z4 x; H5 Z6 x6 \When he smiled at me and said goodbye
9 f; k; U$ N2 U" @5 y“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

% m! _4 ?( F: C4 s+ z" YBut the War went on and he had to stay
7 Z& C' B( R) K7 O, B" ^# CAll I could do was wait and pray
, v, e2 [' O% M: ~7 s0 j* y  WHis letters told of an awful fight
! m6 g2 ^* r5 y' S# V9 A8 RI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
9 G" p) [+ N* l4 D+ p- kUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

The small boy turned as if to go
4 [$ W1 C; r$ I* {Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
; \8 A1 `2 r) O7 L7 \0 o" {  V8 wThat sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.

' O9 V% n8 T+ x, K0 t0 pI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
4 T% }0 S) k2 D3 x8 hFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
$ m8 G; d& L! H7 k- GThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
1 h8 t6 M/ l; DWhen asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
3 R8 D% n9 Q3 j, o- K4 {Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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