Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
0 D( J6 V6 {, ?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
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

! A$ e7 g* a/ M2 z1 [A boy came whistling down the street
5 l0 M# V% X+ D* m( y+ K4 pBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
' l& y0 _5 b5 e8 T “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
( i* O7 e9 h3 eAs she pinned it on I heard him say
5 `+ w, D- J6 s/ K' N* `# s“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
! f/ t8 g/ s  Q+ j* wThe lady smiled in her wistful way
# s6 L& J5 e  D4 q4 YAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
0 |) H: q' c# Z4 A) dThe 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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% @' \7 S( }) x) d8 }3 C+ X% v“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
$ d/ m4 x3 ?/ Z) F1 H  _3 |; BHe 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,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
' R+ z3 V& H! ~% ^( BI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
/ }7 a* A7 R) V4 C$ f“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

' Q" C9 X$ X- h  L0 |1 e( Q% oBut the War went on and he had to stay
; [, K* d; w7 V: z) M. |7 x3 `3 }All I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
$ i4 }3 H8 N( Z" Y* F1 \With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
4 l* b  s" r8 U' _' i/ `; JAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until 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
& z, F( O# @& [! U1 W9 d: k' f' JThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
; B/ \( A! a4 W' e2 y4 A" ]+ ?That sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
; a& ^/ W# x9 }A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
' x( j, I6 A+ A7 zBut didn’t speak.

0 }; S+ O9 Y: A: i% c9 F. QI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
0 v3 r) B% r3 R( H0 p7 MFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
$ Z8 e* j9 N* @7 Y/ vBy those who gave their precious all
2 M$ ~" L- K5 J5 I. p+ BWhen asked to answer their countries call
! Z5 C2 q4 [; D; |$ {3 O' |! s* TThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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