Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
; }( n9 A  K$ ^; t- }. y: v And held one forth, but I shook my head
- r* Z- q- R3 JThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
1 c2 @8 d& D9 B9 |) d- THer face was old, and lined with care,
$ d9 U2 d8 Z9 H6 P: J. y. kYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

& k4 P6 ~( ^4 c% g& A% qA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
  ?) }" S. q- C1 e& Z+ |, K& tHis smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
" b/ }" @5 U) ]" O" |& p  H: r6 ^“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
9 |+ y9 {7 k. gThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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3 [. z1 t# ~6 E; q9 ~“The poppy is the symbol for the,
- Z' m* E2 z) NThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
“And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

! t0 z0 D) V/ ]0 n, U“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”
+ ^! Z) j5 p" A! U: x/ n9 m) ]2 XAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
# i& y) k6 S- c3 k, ~" pHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
4 T# g# e' B4 N/ W( ~" `' TWhen the War broke out he went away
5 |9 |7 ^& S1 t: O/ f) `$ }4 lI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
$ v  g# E; j& N5 f; P  w! s“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
. M, Y) D% G% LHis letters told of an awful fight
' H6 B% e' m+ l! BI can see it still in my dreams at night
2 U' ?( U& t6 [. P; [, aWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
9 ?+ Q+ U1 T- K/ `# r: XAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

4 p( C* [/ ^8 P! R% }' L1 N* J' I0 UThe small boy turned as if to go
9 _& W- I3 a9 f4 Y7 \9 OThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
8 N2 ]8 B- V2 H3 O& [/ c1 S! W “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.

7 S* S6 P. x7 R2 ?I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
1 {+ p3 p+ C; |; n' EAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
( q9 L+ q3 P! yThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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2 u" A  H: z; N( D; sAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
& ]' S; B  p& x7 |Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
; V, ~2 P; B( X( \6 l0 @4 x7 aWhen asked to answer their countries call
  z0 x* j0 Y  M! r& q4 U- qThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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