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
2 p$ W: v- c6 U9 U* rThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
: p+ e" d; ~+ I: U* K9 ^  j1 d& NYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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1 f- M9 F+ t% Y5 Z2 o2 N( oA boy came whistling down the street
* b7 Q! y+ r; o6 v; ^Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
" J7 c9 X3 m( H “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
+ f% v1 I1 z6 ?3 Z0 c8 h% fAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
4 O% m1 S' N9 y7 K2 ?" SThe 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,
& A9 X3 S# t7 @( ~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
When the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
“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
) S  t* |& x/ R- L! a) P  XHis letters told of an awful fight
3 A; q& }# X/ r; h& x) @" C& kI can see it still in my dreams at night
- c& b! g" \1 tWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
0 L- v8 }# |5 c* J0 r4 y$ HAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
3 m9 N$ z& e: g) ?1 S7 WUntil at last the War was won
4 M7 p% q. h; x; J" OAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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9 x+ G$ v5 V, l8 |* HThe 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
: v/ p- P2 q: G5 `  q7 Y  |But didn’t speak.
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/ U& @  ~9 E2 m! o, yI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
  C0 {/ ~, Y& \9 z& dFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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/ A0 I3 }$ ?1 u: rAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
3 A# W" Z$ n! N! n" ?0 K3 @Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
, e, \( ]7 U) f, B7 ~When asked to answer their countries call
, m5 f9 p2 _5 \That we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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