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本帖最后由 billzhao 于 2014-11-7 11:35 编辑
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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said! g2 U1 v9 g) q- ^: b
And held one forth, but I shook my head , c; ^7 c" B; Y9 ` \+ T" A% O# I- q4 }
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare ' K, t7 R; h, Z. P0 E- n
Her face was old, and lined with care,
; g5 |+ w5 m: k! M+ M2 sYet beneath the scars, the years had made
2 E7 t- g9 P! t8 GThere remained a smile that refused to fade.
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4 L7 t; J, v" G! V$ @A boy came whistling down the street ; V' q6 j+ Z4 a8 b. ~, X8 J
Bounding along on his carefree feet
& I# p. g! D5 {7 O9 ^His smile was full of joy and fun3 g! z5 q% n# e3 L
“Lady” he said, “can I have one? $ M4 M, z4 C. i9 I$ \( {
As she pinned it on I heard him say
2 n! y# Q6 g U* n' N/ x“Why do we wear the poppy today?” & n( k- g% _, E7 \1 }% b- x
The lady smiled in her wistful way / E- X$ z! C$ C3 Y
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the, & `4 B; b; W7 [+ P" x& K
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.' K7 R/ K, a+ g9 e" q$ c5 o
“And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see” G* r/ F' t5 q' x4 L% [; T
! N9 d; L6 V/ q$ i! C( `* s* w+ T“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
\! `( D5 T6 Z5 ]* s6 R* RHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
N+ x* k4 ^* l' p. {" ]: ]: LAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
9 m7 F1 U' o' V& Z, `. uHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile, . a/ s9 a0 P7 R/ E4 e- I5 z8 F5 { z
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
! c6 N2 I- L4 t" Q' JWhen the War broke out he went away
( b* v# a% E' bI can still remember his face that day $ U1 M( P/ T; y- D1 ~
When he smiled at me and said goodbye 3 x- @# X1 x0 O9 d; M) {4 R9 K' v
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry” 5 m `6 y( d2 ` J4 Y( D
* y$ H2 p4 n& q9 A {But the War went on and he had to stay
; }3 ~; |$ u+ b i7 i, G. }All I could do was wait and pray
( U. e+ N8 F4 n7 @" xHis letters told of an awful fight , P, w% z! D9 \$ {" G) x- D
I can see it still in my dreams at night
3 _3 ~% F3 z' c3 m/ \+ C! A% e4 VWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
! V; U6 X; l5 Y4 {* SAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
5 m' N" C& F3 r7 {1 R) J+ {Until at last the War was won 4 e, s' Z- A/ f
And that is why we wear the poppy son - b! b6 m) p C% ~4 t& B# Y+ S
* [# k5 X1 z0 H& BThe small boy turned as if to go
% f3 N& v2 Q/ M/ e* |) FThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
1 H5 _9 A& M/ q2 HThat sure did sound like an awful fight, A1 T8 }1 ~" D" u2 q5 r
“But your son, did he come home all right”? # h, y0 s+ \; d0 E6 d$ u
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head - e. T" e% m# W7 U
But didn’t speak.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame, 1 t8 ^1 F( y0 M6 B, i
And if you were me, you’d have done the same, 8 w' X2 U, Z1 F
For our thanks in giving is often delayed ! ~2 m& `$ r" T
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid. & f& H, I: e* s. C! }
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And so, when you see a poppy worn * r( w& i; h; y2 M/ \( n! V/ G
Let us reflect on the burden borne
( _+ q0 x0 o4 y& G/ b9 ~: H4 ABy those who gave their precious all ) x. s6 x( W1 e. |' ~( k
When asked to answer their countries call $ o6 |# y8 n, r3 ?: H, g4 l# D
That we at home, in peace may live / e) |4 ]4 e+ v# N1 d9 |! N
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give. |
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