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本帖最后由 billzhao 于 2014-11-7 11:35 编辑 0 c. b) V* R2 E! ]* ^' `6 E
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- ?9 `! d. Z3 Z# a$ W1 X “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
1 g, K2 N0 ?9 D6 n# ~$ d And held one forth, but I shook my head
% I# [' G( I2 G/ H# Z8 ]6 L9 {Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
7 a7 `! G) z# Q( }% E8 I& cHer face was old, and lined with care, - K, N) D/ p$ t# s
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made & L: E9 _) N) D9 K, s
There remained a smile that refused to fade. 0 C! ` B( Z# f7 p, w( h8 N2 z
& K; f! v1 b/ e$ N. y6 C: ^( Z& QA boy came whistling down the street : }) D6 y+ z8 H4 r! N1 w1 z- ^# t
Bounding along on his carefree feet
7 n) [" m5 ~+ U; V( G7 ^" {5 AHis smile was full of joy and fun
/ S1 N3 X) j& {4 T$ o5 j “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
J6 a4 g, F3 q6 K+ x, hAs she pinned it on I heard him say / U( r- _/ ?7 B+ }
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
3 N) b8 W& M7 Q; F# U% z, LThe lady smiled in her wistful way
. E- g( n" r2 A! x5 uAnd answered “this is remembrance day” + s4 ^; }: d. R& V
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
3 y' O" o+ ]% L) p+ V! ^' iThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
" g3 W9 V8 Y/ q3 }# D% X “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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^( Y9 m4 ?" |6 ? e# |2 y“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
* A3 ? ~8 D6 \4 k$ ]He loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
) |5 ~5 g* e5 b$ \6 l* s( FAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
- ^& j- t5 m" _( q+ iHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
' N% J) f$ O) a( v7 c7 ]But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
) ~7 w& G3 C2 a. M$ PWhen the War broke out he went away
) ?7 V0 [+ X# R* g: O. dI can still remember his face that day
, m( ~) X" v- V6 f( VWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
! a, Y9 V6 [0 Q" C/ i' z* i/ M% P“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry” T, t3 [8 e- O. _4 x
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But the War went on and he had to stay 3 t, R7 @0 B- O! k( g
All I could do was wait and pray
- c+ N7 O: J% x1 ~! NHis letters told of an awful fight / r# O3 i V5 j" @. h$ i. ?
I can see it still in my dreams at night / V# X Y) v) s. V
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
' e9 j! w. i* s- P* k& b, U VAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire & {8 L+ I! e. G: P! a
Until at last the War was won
1 x# P3 j! M9 \" P" ?% y4 mAnd that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go 6 X' u& J" |% G1 E8 p% i& b0 w
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know” . I! X. r7 \( a. K
That sure did sound like an awful fight7 D, b+ A: G' L; q9 J) I$ Z9 ]# f
“But your son, did he come home all right”? # L+ S- b/ Z) V; b3 M4 Y
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
^4 Q/ r( y, o8 J# G I1 UBut didn’t speak.4 ]9 D/ E( ~: w5 |+ ~6 _; r2 c
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
3 l! F4 c1 l5 f/ F, XAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same, * f5 v4 q# G9 N) U+ P
For our thanks in giving is often delayed ! \. ` Y$ }5 a
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid. 1 ]) ^! z0 o3 W* G; m
0 ]9 m/ j) R& K0 j+ uAnd so, when you see a poppy worn 7 a% N+ X. D) R6 g) `4 \2 H9 r0 M
Let us reflect on the burden borne
! ]4 E9 G. R+ a7 V1 p3 |% DBy those who gave their precious all ) ]( y* ?" r0 Z6 m" u
When asked to answer their countries call + [0 U6 O3 B W4 _
That we at home, in peace may live + n# }# n- A+ A1 v7 k+ `
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give. |
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