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
8 X7 Y- Z! y; s" o4 F& j% ]! jHer face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
! g, l" c5 _7 o3 gThere remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
0 p$ D, N' N9 z% b* f/ B/ ^Bounding along on his carefree feet
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
; f; V0 Q; l0 k4 lAnd 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”.
8 i0 W# f- T1 {. k# ] “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”
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,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
: l6 ?! F' [: C& Q! ^+ w4 CWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
! q: l+ C/ y9 N“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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# G2 y; T- D* u7 ^- a! `; g* N: hBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
( h+ |: _% A, ]- }: M& A2 {His letters told of an awful fight
& j9 h* a+ s8 P& LI can see it still in my dreams at night
. u- J7 d: l' H; m% {With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
' r7 O1 ~5 d* {7 Y9 |- VAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
+ k. F7 g. B5 r# I8 s# NUntil at last the War was won
5 w9 O' R. r+ U& N& b3 uAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

The small boy turned as if to go
' F$ f, _, r& H+ ]Then 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
4 K( O! [; \' D' L9 b0 F9 L2 t: j, D! aBut didn’t speak.

' `* {. R# M( d0 S5 nI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
. c( Q3 Q1 T8 ]And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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4 O' L: e9 Z0 x8 b5 s2 }' HAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
8 D' g0 ~, n9 Z9 g* G; }Let us reflect on the burden borne
9 q) y  r, p  H* y  `9 W. V9 hBy those who gave their precious all
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+ u2 m& f8 t( p0 h% K  ~That we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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