Why wear a poppy

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* x3 r; {, d( G7 _) Z" B+ J “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
9 R7 M. d/ c; z8 I3 ~# ^3 N And held one forth, but I shook my head
' q4 P/ h3 g6 t. |0 hThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
2 B+ R0 h# T$ b' t. K7 RHer face was old, and lined with care,
( I" p. Z# }+ V3 AYet 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
His smile was full of joy and fun
& O5 I) ?% Q: V! r6 Q+ q “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
; i) I0 y$ Y7 {3 Y2 n) l, ^: zAs 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”

" f- P; I: Q" u8 v“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
0 Q" _" T" m& h) t' W1 B6 \ “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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, y/ e( f! X5 W% S7 w0 ~. T3 y“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”
4 x( ]2 G' X0 U* X+ _9 Z7 D5 gAs 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
4 M% C. Y0 n; ~7 Q+ u3 }1 _“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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$ L6 E: ~; D% Z! O- S6 v: z. cBut the War went on and he had to stay
9 r2 B0 J2 [% h) v1 bAll I could do was wait and pray
2 ~6 ?/ G. ^) P5 y% A$ PHis 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
4 A9 o: Y% o8 IAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
8 L& O  \0 ?# c  D3 a0 xAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
/ U& {4 X9 ~" s) I# X3 d, aThat sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
. ^' U9 a) u7 t5 w; A' ^$ T" `A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
( \/ f6 X. j, ~: ~3 P: }8 ^7 Z2 eBut didn’t speak.

I 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
+ U3 F0 m4 t1 N, u* U2 @6 Y. G5 SThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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- L8 s+ A2 B" ]$ z1 [( p4 LAnd 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
4 g% d! z' o# e' n. RThat we at home, in peace may live
* O( i( _/ w. R% u9 ?' z1 }Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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