Why wear a poppy

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) q# b7 Z0 u8 G& i( v “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,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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5 V# A6 |0 w& B1 e4 g$ PA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
& G' W8 _8 @. I' i( ~' }) [His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As 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”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
7 z7 z1 `/ S0 Y! D “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

: I) P9 U8 H" @& Q“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
, S: u9 m& j9 i' b! FHe 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”,
1 H# Z) Y9 u& O% v+ _) p, f' t4 XHe 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
: p4 _: |; F8 K5 c. Z3 g# S6 QWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

& @1 ?+ y, N* T/ k* RBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
: o8 \5 ]; w, [, OHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
- ^% a0 ]; f* X9 H8 gWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
2 s6 z1 m. O5 |  j+ G! ?And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
+ C3 H: d6 e, e" S) E( Q/ H# HAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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( \8 q  M, t4 U. w& j' {# J+ YThe small boy turned as if to go
, X( A. O- H) ]4 S8 vThen 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
7 }: X& j. E7 n# u2 nBut didn’t speak.

$ z) Z% a& B' gI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
4 M# N; p8 `# R3 G0 [+ H7 mThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn
% O4 {9 x' o! {( w( ]2 ^Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
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That we at home, in peace may live
* T0 o( N5 W$ jThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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