Why wear a poppy

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1 `! x1 x+ u$ U& X0 k “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
. z( d) W9 b7 `% C And held one forth, but I shook my head
" Z' i( R- L$ s* GThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
) ]- P. D, `  a3 Y6 E, O- f- [% \& j3 KHer face was old, and lined with care,
* n( U6 a, x- G/ Z$ FYet beneath the scars, the years had made
7 ?1 [: s1 J0 o, i' }There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
) ], g  t) g; m6 F5 h1 V/ DBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
: w/ U7 d8 Q' R3 N9 B) Q9 z9 R7 S “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
( r; k3 e. \/ a" j, J, nThe lady smiled in her wistful way
: i  j/ \2 _! z3 O: K4 B( t. x' kAnd answered “this is remembrance day”
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* t- |* H: X% l. I- r+ }/ @; D: w“The poppy is the symbol for the,
% P  F# Q4 \7 m4 [. p5 SThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
“And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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  I7 k0 J- z0 w“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”,
He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
7 i2 y; e3 Z; Y- E) i7 [5 WBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
2 }, G6 }2 M2 o' h- uI can still remember his face that day
6 Q. a: P, \4 i* G$ H- TWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

  o  Y% u( }2 W8 q0 PBut the War went on and he had to stay
: X3 n& }6 ]$ T" b  j) d; j- mAll I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
& C# G  }/ d3 w/ c' _I can see it still in my dreams at night
' ~% |, \+ Q' HWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
, [8 l$ N$ g" K2 |) F# F4 xUntil at last the War was won
3 p; V3 A3 F: o* w! EAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

& S1 v' ^# I/ t5 A' g, Z2 AThe small boy turned as if to go
2 L+ O* ]/ T! s2 _- r! yThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
- w) L2 s! y7 ^ “But your son, did he come home all right”?
2 K% A3 g: e+ oA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.

I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
* D* p" c7 }3 h; C9 E5 a, {And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
/ {; c$ H( k6 e( ^" K6 o4 Z+ WThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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7 c3 N# i/ W1 c+ w' xAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
! z4 r* h0 u" ?) a3 mLet us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
2 w: Z/ a  E$ @6 PThat we at home, in peace may live
! }, `' W7 K1 ~+ D0 TThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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