Why wear a poppy

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; ^9 R3 K( v* j! ^% j5 { “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
0 Y  \7 n; T) C8 l( U# D. v5 c5 K And held one forth, but I shook my head
6 d5 p5 a: ~. G$ [" B. d( n% K. YThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
3 A6 Q  Y3 s+ h* c$ C* }7 SHer face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
. `: p' x: A# L9 ?6 bThere remained a smile that refused to fade.

; r* R9 u4 L8 kA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
+ s" m8 d6 Y8 lHis smile was full of joy and fun
$ ^' S3 a' j" Z- ] “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
8 h# v. k5 [2 V( z7 M, s" @* MAs she pinned it on I heard him say
- E+ W: Q- ]6 E9 j, q“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
0 i6 K& D5 J+ Y- e8 C+ U8 E3 wThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
) H$ V" l8 `4 ^9 d- ]# IThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
+ i1 U& P0 A  g" c6 I# U" p! m “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

“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”
+ P2 O: s, S' J2 g. MAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
  u3 G" i4 r$ l+ W6 |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
6 o  Z% u- q; G' [) a2 UI can still remember his face that day
( G- S$ ~! `+ M+ b: j6 X% XWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
; J. h, }) a5 L! q( m! o" a  F“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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But the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
9 I& p, A$ d% J! O' }  k7 L( i! 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
( C6 H; e* r" x5 q1 U/ eUntil at last the War was won
0 _, q) ^' n+ t6 V: gAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go
" F, J' |! c, ?& S* ]Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
; w9 p* [; T6 e+ x* oThat sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
* y" ]7 r; ~/ J. U. u; e  E2 ~A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
- P! c# `/ ~. y9 F; j' `But didn’t speak.

I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
3 u, u% y0 @" |1 \3 TFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
/ i7 t1 V+ g$ r3 \  @5 ^2 f4 BThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

5 W/ X( r" G' AAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
' Q5 F8 h* ?2 x; b! U. sLet us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
, `! K' {5 `% f/ h2 t0 vWhen asked to answer their countries call
/ W2 f' Z9 R3 T* ~* o+ {) WThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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