Why wear a poppy

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9 K9 e& j; t  e, E1 z" h “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
3 D( I% H' S3 UHer face was old, and lined with care,
1 u# [) O8 v. Y5 _5 oYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
* K7 A0 m4 k  q; n% jBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
2 l# {9 g4 p! b/ N9 b2 C “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
/ G; B# D, R% x" J* ~$ x“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
. r7 e) [: Y, V" i$ OThe lady smiled in her wistful way
6 m7 D: h. ~) u' N) SAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
+ d( r* H9 _$ Q2 eThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
6 h- L& `1 P/ a# j5 x; { “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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9 u0 Q. z* M; ^" c# t8 n. S7 Y8 f0 @“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,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
! q9 ]6 U9 V( d; {When the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
. W/ c$ D/ |, B+ aWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
8 c0 @! G# \; D+ X' M& {6 b“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

9 r' `& t9 r( d6 y/ ^But the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
7 \3 D$ Q' J- A; F' }: S# G* wHis letters told of an awful fight
" {4 r3 P* _) x" a% JI 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
  F3 _) ?3 `" ~* ^% I& kUntil at last the War was won
! m$ h; y7 b- T' H" i3 a  q9 DAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

% o; F& R; ], r8 j# t- LThe small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
4 S4 a7 M8 l% A  [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
, {$ K' t7 V% M' ZBut 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,
, e  ?. N0 `4 q: l, yFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
8 M+ Y' H! m- b* d$ s1 K& T! v8 kThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

+ x- i5 {0 ^* J' k" [9 |2 DAnd 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
That we at home, in peace may live
& A8 {4 _. M, XThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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