Why wear a poppy

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6 B" K7 H6 M1 e “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
8 n% F9 W% S; F And held one forth, but I shook my head
1 `( H& C2 s3 |7 }Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
0 ^' O# F; q8 E; t4 lThere remained a smile that refused to fade.
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3 j6 ?' S0 z8 e2 @A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
- {1 D; x* g! A5 C0 E) q1 J) eHis smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
/ g9 I8 b* {+ bAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
! L- v; t/ H. T2 M( ^+ Q; O! y4 uAnd answered “this is remembrance day”
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" ^+ ?. [. a% w) C“The poppy is the symbol for the,
$ s. ^" U$ |! T3 ^/ J9 r! T8 VThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
3 ~( i6 v6 g5 n; p: C' s& f# o. ] “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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! z2 U6 A1 X8 F6 y: w2 N  [% @: M“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
  p% U) M7 z  t3 s$ o& F- ^# Q0 ]As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
5 ~4 U( h! j! SHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
; [8 ?2 B# N! ]But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
. o7 X# W, J! `/ e) dWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
0 e: Q, G1 n8 l3 {“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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6 a+ X5 n: o# }# q+ K% S3 Z9 R+ J% KBut the War went on and he had to stay
4 A4 c7 l4 |( \% N# g5 F$ ]All I could do was wait and pray
; i! G! H) j& n) S; h; I1 pHis letters told of an awful fight
/ R  {. _4 l" A  PI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
( J% S% u0 d! C6 z) h+ M% b1 M/ d3 KAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
9 F! d- n+ D- B9 p- kAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

6 x% Z' l' D& l+ D' J4 B$ hThe 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
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.

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
( y2 A4 {4 ^7 y4 |/ P) ZThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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, g4 c  p2 p7 I5 p( z( p- n7 bAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
4 v9 e3 U# o$ o$ U& P+ fWhen 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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