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本帖最后由 billzhao 于 2014-11-7 11:35 编辑 7 l9 r5 j6 K, C6 _0 I
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" y2 e6 L2 y. w2 G2 D; _7 T9 R “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said% @# W# r0 i- Y/ d0 V) D; C
And held one forth, but I shook my head
& c. V" c" S+ ?7 ?Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare / B; T/ e$ f! s' f' H, M
Her face was old, and lined with care, # M. I* y. |( t" {
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
; f! A1 {* a! v! W( m' PThere remained a smile that refused to fade. 2 j2 X' Z) ~! `: a' ]
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A boy came whistling down the street , j- V8 ~) M1 s8 f7 d- K" m
Bounding along on his carefree feet $ }+ m$ n% r5 Y+ S5 w1 P" C/ s, v8 a* }
His smile was full of joy and fun
! c. V% L' @+ Z2 c4 j, l0 f “Lady” he said, “can I have one? / U1 J% M4 B2 o; n; L8 @
As she pinned it on I heard him say 6 ~$ g9 I9 y5 `
“Why do we wear the poppy today?” ! y' ^* ~5 [1 w' J3 T3 G5 Q
The lady smiled in her wistful way
" D" k! Z% p' ^' CAnd answered “this is remembrance day” 7 @3 S) ~* Q L
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“The poppy is the symbol for the, 2 U5 ^: E% y5 R) H+ w! p2 i
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
# _+ P7 I0 g: e “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see” # f8 F- E2 C4 f7 g7 b1 E4 Q( v
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“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes, 5 J. ?' a- b" Y7 v5 l/ }7 V- Z' p8 D
He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
& a- V' y. _3 e6 C6 _. o3 F# ?As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
" M# q& x3 P9 \He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
; @! h2 u* E& \( c: S+ @But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
) U( A: o) Z& A6 ?& u Z' \$ eWhen the War broke out he went away 6 K8 g0 i0 _. R @! s1 d, w
I can still remember his face that day
5 L: C8 F- q/ y: B6 H. o/ eWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye & k2 g' W5 C( a5 ]- p
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry” ! C/ i- \4 s+ p7 z. c3 u9 Z+ s
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But the War went on and he had to stay 7 _( Y% o2 D$ a6 j7 Q
All I could do was wait and pray , ]# C, q! {/ \5 T
His letters told of an awful fight
& a6 o$ d0 a0 X* H7 RI can see it still in my dreams at night
% {9 A. a+ h7 KWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire 0 I- H9 N$ l, }' W1 ^
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire 7 `) \" E9 N3 t9 Y5 ^, V
Until at last the War was won + l) L# @9 l6 d# U
And that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go - s' f6 t5 {# G2 H
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know” ) B% r: g5 g' e S) J3 |- B: z8 t Z
That sure did sound like an awful fight
|. Z l; B" p& h5 t5 a4 ` “But your son, did he come home all right”? Y/ w0 N t, N6 a
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head * W) F1 ] h6 p# [
But didn’t speak.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
2 H6 _# `; D1 z3 g& t3 x6 TAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same, 5 v: I5 I7 q/ o; `3 D
For our thanks in giving is often delayed ) L8 p. i& Q$ `" N0 t i
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn
$ @) m/ F* i! v1 NLet us reflect on the burden borne ! ? d X" w w# X1 \' A0 u
By those who gave their precious all
" a! z7 S, Q9 f f7 O) bWhen asked to answer their countries call
0 {. k4 @; N7 l- T" HThat we at home, in peace may live : u; I3 r$ s; b: m& S' O
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give. |
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