Why wear a poppy

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& @* E" N5 o' G5 m$ X3 \" u" J1 K “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
2 Z* ?1 M" @9 e/ NThen 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
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
0 h3 _  O- x/ m/ V0 ]# |- A2 X9 q& | “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
4 }& s5 ]/ g- C  }0 wAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
& J/ I0 b, @& S; `$ N* ]And answered “this is remembrance day”
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* J) `9 Q/ k+ Z! q7 Y, U“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
$ i# I2 j0 W& O; C “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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* Y5 \, c$ W- _: x2 B6 X& {“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”
As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
3 ^) m9 A+ E& H* U/ H' |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
' y! ?+ q4 d7 U3 c$ l/ pI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
+ t7 b6 B! U: }4 [/ v0 i+ K“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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" B& b$ n% w6 Q/ I% KBut the War went on and he had to stay
2 V: p/ ~* B! M+ CAll I could do was wait and pray
- _: q. |% R# \" B: `* r0 B" THis 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
/ z* P2 m$ Y7 k8 vAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
7 ^; m7 P( z4 F. p9 p: gUntil at last the War was won
& `+ {; D2 ^7 `  j, M) D) YAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

: m2 Z3 o) v5 r2 r! P  Y/ i( h$ |The small boy turned as if to go
* ?/ c' T5 R8 ~9 ^! ~0 c  NThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
8 m" y- [' H( d, M( h4 W+ wThat 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.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
8 o/ Y, q8 K6 Z& e9 V3 tAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
3 I, j+ `( `. C$ u% ^9 VFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
8 E: b* r0 M# X/ O2 o# q7 o$ EThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

And so, when you see a poppy worn
$ l& j7 ^* t" D5 j' ELet us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
5 c% B& D# }; ]5 RThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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