Why wear a poppy

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0 H$ Z+ P# X' X “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
5 E: s/ e; J6 p- v' m3 S And held one forth, but I shook my head
. d" C8 a  w2 A9 S$ B6 K) rThen 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.

1 p& S, c( k! f) q" |1 U1 D+ L6 O- WA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
) o# `! P' X8 I: Z( x$ eHis smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
7 M. }5 X% B, t+ Y; ]7 qAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
: F; Z' f8 B$ Y! P! |6 ?% L8 v% jAnd answered “this is remembrance day”
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+ k. ?$ u* T- c7 d" P6 G“The poppy is the symbol for the,
7 H( q4 k1 r8 @+ t' }. sThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
7 d+ h3 o: T; @' b; V “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

7 ]" W. m+ y3 x8 h! f“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”
5 s. d0 T1 ?8 K2 ~4 QAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
+ n; c% O: T& ?" xHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
( J2 {- E8 o' J4 Z+ JBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
: p) z- w/ A' c* C! Q; GI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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# C1 z6 N; p5 R: E8 B6 R& \But the War went on and he had to stay
) L& x8 @5 N" C0 uAll I could do was wait and pray
4 s% u8 ?& s8 U8 dHis letters told of an awful fight
  w# r1 G: A8 YI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
( V6 R% u9 W: t  }( c8 {1 m, ZUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

- m3 @3 u$ C( j: N6 w. n. u* R- V9 \; AThe small boy turned as if to go
8 ~1 f; A$ [* ]1 YThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
: V- ]. l/ u' W$ j& e4 a; wThat sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
7 p# C2 r) m. @. C: E/ G) y# ]  q6 T/ tA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
& Y7 i+ P8 w; x9 [. _But didn’t speak.

I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
* @% I" ?: P/ bAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
& C5 k, I; Y6 P. \5 w+ iFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

$ T8 ?9 b, m( r% UAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
; ]$ ]3 y* i: w& u& W5 nBy those who gave their precious all
. i4 x# t* m& Y4 {* F2 D  |0 @  KWhen asked to answer their countries call
9 ^/ h' [$ p$ g' LThat we at home, in peace may live
" o- J. c" c1 G: v; \Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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