Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
+ D2 j6 S5 i" c) o% }6 [# AThe lady smiled in her wistful way
& b% H: Z/ X. }; C8 F3 @And answered “this is remembrance day”

- U9 A, K3 f  t' ~+ C6 I2 y4 t“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
! I/ O# U' _- M& J “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

" d, P( w7 P2 W0 y3 k8 f# z; c3 x“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
  D: ]9 x2 J* O5 iHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
, Y3 ?8 X4 L3 l) n' L3 V3 e6 f& `: NAs 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,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
8 x) h* O  u% v  {  \2 s7 c. b& o$ nWhen the War broke out he went away
. s& c( N& {* e" t5 t5 S2 R  z. ZI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
  _2 b$ a" h. i“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

But the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
: v0 [7 x, z) x+ w- m( e4 p9 S, s4 wHis letters told of an awful fight
+ Y' i; A6 S6 Y1 yI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
; L( W% X% W' w* N5 f+ U! UAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
5 }: x* W( O& ~$ V  Z$ U/ sUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son
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. W( N4 D( F4 O; U' E; P/ n) MThe small boy turned as if to go
( Q6 p4 m) J8 q  S# {  L  ]Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
1 }1 H( T3 J& l+ j  q7 ZThat 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.

I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
% M( j5 v7 ?4 x9 G1 s6 @6 M9 bAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
# E: T- y1 ~) ~) yFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

' M' g. M  Z: t1 KAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
) T/ S" z( ^6 ?* [+ h4 j2 rLet us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
1 P5 U0 P) P& a2 H) U4 AWhen asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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