Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
/ p1 p2 o- X: Y, F And held one forth, but I shook my head
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
4 Y% _/ c  m/ b8 k; W) {There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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7 P( t/ u1 _/ C0 jA boy came whistling down the street
; w! E  k  \  p+ {& n. @, q  rBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
7 f& L* Z4 P2 W" s0 ?$ _  H) pAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”

+ p7 t; `6 Z5 P3 a“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
& N- v! I6 K* I- Z1 G" s; u “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
6 T% w7 k9 e; d# {. ~1 [& \& hHe 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”,
He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
3 r- E, _5 Z# E- SBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
% Y, O$ [# y% t: I- b  xWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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8 f; z8 z* ]7 E9 NBut the War went on and he had to stay
; ~/ l3 N9 j1 v/ R+ A4 GAll I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
) L4 Z' X' E0 s+ u1 {3 c. z) o; aI can see it still in my dreams at night
- z' _0 j8 g0 h, `0 k" B! Q2 @With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
  {3 \6 q% z8 C( rUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go
) O9 Y5 b/ R* z* {9 r7 y6 Z3 ?6 RThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
0 n1 r; R) i  G: }3 i4 v3 WThat sure did sound like an awful fight
1 o: k4 i. j0 O/ `5 v7 y# R' ~0 H “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,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
: @) k5 E, x  H7 Q  n0 MFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn
/ Z/ Y) R/ y3 I* P8 pLet 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
. U. I* o4 j" I* S" s: @; mThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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