Why wear a poppy

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8 k- ]9 _0 {5 L; | “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
' l( V5 @# j5 W. c' l( o  B5 {9 XThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
- Y/ t/ q' S' @; fYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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2 J9 `+ ~; \/ @: D; }/ v2 x7 W$ FA boy came whistling down the street
2 w0 i: G8 ^5 m1 eBounding along on his carefree feet
4 |9 V# j0 p6 Q3 |! e% ?5 eHis smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
" ~- ^* ^( z- }( f“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
& C% T. n* v: aThe 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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“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,
8 D- }+ a" A+ \5 C4 z, V( r0 BBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
3 r! g4 |- |$ uWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
5 b% X: z4 a  Z! m+ O* {When he smiled at me and said goodbye
2 v0 B, l" g7 s7 u: T$ \* G“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
I can see it still in my dreams at night
3 x9 ?0 f4 {- w  x3 w( sWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
' f9 S$ j7 J& s8 _And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
8 W* Z/ e" }5 i: T: C; C- oUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

' _8 y5 H& F0 D2 iThe small boy turned as if to go
- F% L" \5 k& u" B6 n# s6 n  a9 QThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
) r1 F+ S7 S4 ~0 K' _/ jThat 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.

I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
7 z& S* \0 j2 A1 F" d/ h) UAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
1 {$ A; P2 x0 e: s" QFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
; |" t4 Q, s3 {, J3 r* vThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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/ B  R( I, }: u+ |, }) bAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
$ k# J. h/ H& q( J$ \1 dLet us reflect on the burden borne
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When asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
! U" y5 r5 g$ R9 k# F: w1 F  |2 eThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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