Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
& m$ c" G7 V+ T6 B% u) N% @8 } And held one forth, but I shook my head
1 b2 T. z! n  O( Y3 N! v# DThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
8 h! u' \5 i& r) u! p) W1 V" Y5 O. `Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
& m$ A  u- T5 q7 M( i# F* KThere remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
  l6 J; p7 P5 s) B “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
( d- w4 V& W; a3 iThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
2 B. l; s9 F5 l6 b# j, e7 t! Q “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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7 r- R0 {2 p( c& ?( F“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
( d' \" c8 p" S. |0 p! BHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
% l2 N( ~' l* }) p. RAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
5 }6 g- D9 x  z( zHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
  J5 u, O/ S; RWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

4 L$ `$ I! o1 n( q  R4 b2 @But the War went on and he had to stay
3 n4 n3 g, l) W& R! Z! l2 x. D0 `! g& rAll I could do was wait and pray
% `4 D4 E1 I  AHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
1 y) e/ s* L2 V; Y! v( Z+ F' kWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
5 `8 J( C8 ~0 |* wAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
7 Q) _+ I' Z' mUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son
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, y: i4 D9 u% B4 `' D( TThe small boy turned as if to go
1 W4 j% i. }5 |3 x2 [Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
0 D1 c+ ]5 I. ~2 `8 P: I0 cThat sure did sound like an awful fight
- n2 ~) k& }( G6 N9 ? “But your son, did he come home all right”?
0 `! C0 I5 |5 H& W3 i1 P! vA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
, H7 I: c. i& Z" V+ E) x$ T/ QAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
4 v2 i' A6 R9 b5 A& BFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

  v( I# r+ b; p4 z" m6 e- `' iAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
( c- J) g' H% Z$ n% G1 k: ILet us reflect on the burden borne
; D* v: U) o9 `8 U9 [3 F" W9 r( rBy those who gave their precious all
# j3 u5 E. Y/ h- B0 d( z& N/ FWhen asked to answer their countries call
- W2 m' y3 h# s, s  L9 M3 AThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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