Why wear a poppy

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  H9 h/ u3 G6 g( X" N( W0 ~ “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,
. B! S5 ~' M% D5 r/ c$ ~Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
3 {% M/ S  e8 Z3 n, g% C/ N5 C. QHis smile was full of joy and fun
4 G2 c9 k9 Q5 W) z% }+ w “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
1 C. f% x3 t0 c' O; H1 @; J: IAs 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”

* A, g1 Y  D  Y* ^/ P9 G: ?“The poppy is the symbol for the,
3 e2 c( n9 ^$ _% |2 |1 fThe 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,
$ Z$ M( c/ e9 [He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
2 b) a, K! j* C4 Y1 B; [5 g0 [9 lAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
' n: B$ w. ~" ~$ V8 s7 W; e6 {He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
/ I4 s' @! t# D7 b9 KBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
4 V9 h$ ]' q# B5 h; IWhen the War broke out he went away
: g9 v; R" I4 t; TI can still remember his face that day
( U! e+ o. V6 e4 `) \. V  }! l' CWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

& `/ k- B7 Y/ `! q+ S3 LBut the War went on and he had to stay
8 `. O9 K: x4 k- M& _All I could do was wait and pray
4 b4 P8 n$ m  w0 b0 B% B  b7 YHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
7 X% `0 `/ ]9 \! d- Q( `: vWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
" Q4 y# Z4 v8 g; Q+ m3 d: OAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
# q# C& R! d; i, uUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son
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+ ^& h* ~$ Y3 uThe small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
  j  D! O8 O4 @% C) j  mThat 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.

2 T" |! M  W; tI 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
8 ^  j0 O5 f, |5 W3 j' WThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn
2 ?2 }) x+ A7 G  o& r" \4 LLet us reflect on the burden borne
3 _1 b$ Y. d5 k& SBy those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
9 D" y0 t8 ~+ n6 {) _That we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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