Why wear a poppy

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7 }: z2 ], @/ L) M# _ “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
# ~) H) g, {. [3 Q1 |4 _/ eThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
: o( l% ]0 J+ y! C! JHer face was old, and lined with care,
" S0 X$ B4 s7 f' }- G4 e! A; oYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

3 J! F- L- B- g0 aA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
* @1 {  u4 U/ d  h5 |! ` “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
& C, ~" U/ _0 P# f% xAs 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”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
! Q7 }. r; n) k, Z) ?9 [$ w6 tThe 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”

% C; y6 G& U( X4 r: \, M3 w/ n“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
/ Y  u' a$ b# H2 r; z0 X! |He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
4 ]7 Y1 W4 g+ e: U7 ^2 t6 ^As 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
When the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
" x' u) f! n$ Y6 S& NWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
1 U4 T" Z, q$ W5 z$ w“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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But the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
+ U: w9 j; W1 v( V" ~With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
: S2 E/ }  \. W8 S/ H  z9 CAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
& d9 R6 `8 O0 k2 q* e/ u. `) R% AThat sure did sound like an awful fight
5 \( G" J2 L1 W; _. A* a, v8 f6 q “But your son, did he come home all right”?
( J" u6 ?. j; Q+ F; q7 d+ ?A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.
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& s1 Y' J- e  Q6 @/ bI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
4 A1 A' v" ~9 [, J) V% CAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
+ \/ J6 l/ n8 f8 Q% W. GFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
" L9 x3 V5 `" j; v, `; q- hThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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! F/ u2 k( G9 h% ^9 tAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
4 Y) z( x% V: D* dLet us reflect on the burden borne
  q9 ~; U. k6 Z3 V  b! Z7 l# N: HBy those who gave their precious all
When 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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