Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
3 E' }3 T& |- U4 q; c- } 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,
( N$ u  k9 K- J. W' yYet 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
- r6 D- C& L, O6 B1 i' ABounding along on his carefree feet
/ j" r! Y& P, H: t0 t+ WHis smile was full of joy and fun
5 ]; z& s: s: D1 T9 d) E# {3 I “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
( H3 U# G+ N5 b+ b# N! P7 kAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
& ~% @) G% d  u7 v0 C* n) y- @. eThe lady smiled in her wistful way
$ q* t- r7 }0 s" b/ a, l$ ~, ?3 r" IAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
# o9 K+ o8 [6 w) P2 T1 l8 r1 Z# NThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
  Q4 r: x' Q5 j# D6 G* ?+ V “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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" S2 L/ Q: k1 q“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
! o2 D$ N) \0 _' PHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
( H3 q1 q! _  X* ?) |As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
2 e8 L* t0 i! B& r3 ~6 q& o. aHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
; I/ q$ A  K5 b) P4 ~8 RBut 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
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
; E$ g7 g3 c: R" D6 I“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

) h4 D. D! `: g$ w6 ZBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
8 P1 H8 f6 `0 x, z" S$ tHis letters told of an awful fight
0 P# B7 E7 A- g& WI can see it still in my dreams at night
: C% p& M1 S9 a) |With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
0 T" g4 n8 ^* E# B8 i. m2 tAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
. @9 ]) Q# _/ [! uAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

The small boy turned as if to go
" k) J, L0 ?3 v# ]5 a2 q$ [# Z8 ?( `Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
$ E- E, O+ E8 ~7 \+ i/ XA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
& r2 _. a4 t  @) o1 r0 S2 t  U3 PBut didn’t speak.

4 L: `/ \- |4 d6 X1 _I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
4 V8 Q2 ?5 ]% QThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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; i3 s% S& a! F/ F" z' GAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
! c& H4 v( s4 k5 r2 X* ~7 }+ gWhen asked to answer their countries call
- g' h5 W4 C8 f* c! T/ O  Q& w5 jThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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