Why wear a poppy

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: X3 i7 k' o$ j5 X! s “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
7 I9 u% ^5 {0 i) X4 i0 _* N2 E& k And held one forth, but I shook my head
- A4 K$ k8 j+ o- o9 i, TThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
/ k, H$ q. z: Z9 PHer face was old, and lined with care,
. M' T6 z; c! m: @2 ~Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
4 ]  b3 Z2 e9 R0 ~1 {. sThere remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
( [8 b7 I) b" K. ~) }* CHis smile was full of joy and fun
6 ?* X6 o: e8 D/ T1 | “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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% n9 s& J8 O) G5 X& s$ X" q“The poppy is the symbol for the,
1 e! }, A$ v2 X7 rThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
4 J3 O- [" L8 k& x! A: S “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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$ T* ~9 K& `- k9 T7 u1 d“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
6 o7 o0 m6 q- Y* ^+ t  d) qHe 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,
6 C" V" y. d- V3 G. wBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
- L7 M1 y' r& [0 g3 RI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
# `+ s7 f- a- Y- x“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

But the War went on and he had to stay
" {! Q! i- T8 S: q% HAll I could do was wait and pray
. D" c8 ]$ y/ Q8 |/ I0 [His letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
" E1 l' W7 s$ P$ `5 T& @5 r- V" }Until at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

8 ~' D+ n. d0 R5 Z: s& uThe small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
" C1 o/ }) B4 rThat 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.
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' z% v5 G9 U5 t0 R0 U5 d" rI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
- i+ K% H4 j! f- ?: [2 I. w$ w) jAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
* M& W$ X" e7 p% EFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

, z5 x/ T5 V9 [& j: z9 i1 `3 RAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
9 t: k/ S$ _7 y' T2 mThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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