Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
8 J5 l$ i0 z3 j( e5 U% \( [ And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
& e  Y7 s  l8 a) P. Q# c% {$ `Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
3 C$ O: w9 Q! G' C5 HThere remained a smile that refused to fade.
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  ?" s) g% b. a$ k0 U8 I9 eA boy came whistling down the street
* Q) M  p+ b* E1 z; yBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
" ?9 r: t5 J: n# c% M+ I “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
- X5 j! n" y/ KThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
1 l% C6 U4 }" Y0 v- k+ s1 e2 XThe 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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1 J8 I5 }- g: n% W8 E“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,
: W5 q" P) q& a% O! m! _. G! Y1 C- HBut 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
+ W8 @2 Y) N' n, KWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

% n+ L9 g% z4 U+ g; j% f7 [But the War went on and he had to stay
: ~# P$ Y1 }0 @' S) I8 V& f, k: iAll I could do was wait and pray
# z- J+ T' |* J. vHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
8 z, w+ D  y  T+ H8 _With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
3 x1 Z" D! G! }; M- ^5 ^% |+ x# ]And that is why we wear the poppy son

! N" ^' H0 S2 p  m4 Q4 mThe small boy turned as if to go
Then 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
5 K; y, }7 V! b" e! {But didn’t speak.
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/ b- B2 {" ~7 wI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
0 K9 _4 P3 y8 E$ LAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
. G0 q" L- a$ P* o" M8 O1 W1 AThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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0 Q, \' ]/ A! j1 }$ R0 p, l4 rAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
, j* X4 K+ [! N3 }5 ~8 KWhen asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
/ ^7 M. e( y: a9 _& }5 L  e: xThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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