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
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
& c3 Y. K" I% F& I, P2 p  gYet beneath the scars, the years had made
5 Y" ?- @; D' z; e" Y( ]7 |There remained a smile that refused to fade.

6 F0 j- v2 i; R7 B5 U9 ^A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
0 l8 s$ P$ g& R8 T “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
: A# J5 X; y0 F) G: v“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,
0 B7 d" S3 `6 U4 `7 `7 }# f- n7 O% z3 qThe 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”
3 _7 H1 l# `% ]3 e6 K9 ZAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
+ V; T7 C$ X; i: ]3 b8 w8 ?: ~He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
3 O! N6 h& W/ L: O8 Q: GBut 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
1 P1 m5 `. @# z2 P7 g! A; |When he smiled at me and said goodbye
# |$ J4 n1 K* Q/ ^3 z; S“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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, P9 P* N; @8 KBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
4 G2 v7 l! E  u4 r1 z0 M, p/ g2 I2 dHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
+ L4 Q) y0 R4 |  u5 W5 g; F: XWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
8 Q, Z# U" O; lAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
5 `7 V4 y' ~- ^3 M# M& y% TUntil at last the War was won
( \' l7 ]' ~) t+ t/ {4 [1 pAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go
( {9 {' k" A% A9 p8 AThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
3 R2 a) Z/ n- j' A. A$ W# L “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But 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,
! v8 X3 O4 v- m! h6 G( _- \For our thanks in giving is often delayed
6 }4 l5 G( Q7 ^# jThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

2 ?' g; Z' ]3 _$ H) {5 X, [And so, when you see a poppy worn
4 N8 z+ ]1 R5 k3 c4 d) sLet us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
# U9 w# L9 n6 R& k$ tWhen asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
4 B4 I: z# f# f) B1 b" `/ a1 n5 tThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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