Why wear a poppy

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$ Z' A1 R& \) S& c# A' v4 \ “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
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,
+ t( E! _+ ^# z& U& FYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

, v: y/ d0 e3 @' e2 cA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
1 ^* I/ K! W3 y% c3 f# t! CThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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" }% S4 `3 m% L. ^' {“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
& B3 P4 i* ?4 }% S “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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9 Y) ^! E+ g' v) ?“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”
3 e. K2 `- y. `6 `3 h$ w# ]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,
, {+ g. B$ Y8 S- d2 Y7 V. EBut 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
$ q5 M9 H# ^3 ?  ]. qWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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$ T( n1 r# v5 z/ `3 CBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
0 Z& ]+ h- r% r2 AI can see it still in my dreams at night
' z- c, R7 l3 ZWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
* q% c$ R5 K5 i# Q5 \Until at last the War was won
4 o- Y; N! G+ f5 rAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go
  h, u2 s# s: }( ]2 hThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That 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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4 k( _4 k* t9 }5 {1 @' LI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
9 _1 R6 g6 s& h5 h9 iThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
0 [, S0 K5 c, X1 l9 W3 J' jThat we at home, in peace may live
5 E9 k/ C. h* K6 k; ~Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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