Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
1 U2 Y8 ^0 `$ ?  R And held one forth, but I shook my head
+ I% [7 U+ ]$ ^# YThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
4 `1 o, M+ O- R" {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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7 X7 Y; r3 o: s) z$ ?A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
9 ~& s2 \, P) Z “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
- c" d+ m  j5 T3 s% L6 g) O2 `( zAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
- ?* t% s7 I* X3 M/ XThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
3 A+ t6 N" ^, _2 HThe 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”

“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
2 \- G3 d. C3 }: Y$ v+ I; o7 dHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
1 x% X2 |- Y- ^" o6 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,
1 B$ l$ J' c6 WBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
5 g  o6 c8 u( K/ n' I5 CWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
* d* S. O0 J$ m+ k" B: lWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

9 B) F0 c5 ~; ^, q: xBut the War went on and he had to stay
* `- D# q" M. E/ K! a: EAll I could do was wait and pray
/ f" p1 ]! p0 i8 v9 m( dHis letters told of an awful fight
I 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
  A7 A  E  s, ^1 |7 sUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

. f, a8 a9 ?9 i3 y; ]9 k' b; `The small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
" f* B5 U. H6 X' [5 S" x “But your son, did he come home all right”?
- O* P% B% B; l5 _% G- i  T3 s; GA 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,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
# R) ]$ G, Y$ o7 H. m% s, u3 xFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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3 ^' ^3 e+ n( ?( h3 ~$ t& _) nAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
3 m' D1 f& A& D/ d0 L3 ]) mThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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