Why wear a poppy

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6 B) C( ]5 O% l0 ?8 W+ o) B “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
' D3 B0 m* \6 J- }: e0 k; \+ ^5 i And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
4 Z& ?$ y8 P! k9 EHer face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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& X. I7 ?- P; R( |8 vA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
2 H" X- `; Z/ ]+ @6 n0 ?/ @4 B, f% ` “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
. I5 v% d# c; T- I( WAs she pinned it on I heard him say
9 P1 M0 U8 b. m" c, Z2 F“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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2 I- n! b- F) {) G" P“The poppy is the symbol for the,
( S- @, \4 ~  j" L, z$ RThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
. q& ]4 g% `$ W1 e( V% s% x- w “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,
/ v# R0 }3 `2 [2 lHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
9 D+ X0 w) F( g" z& |As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
" h4 n0 `1 m! aHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
+ r  J8 g2 D/ `% sBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
! V( L& ~  R1 Y+ f; U3 X6 ]When the War broke out he went away
, b  N; U  q" u8 P4 i, S8 oI can still remember his face that day
, _4 i) j- T0 S. u) o. ]% kWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
7 w7 Y, A/ e% h0 k: c“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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But the War went on and he had to stay
0 Y. I( \8 L2 Q. g+ |, r- \All I could do was wait and pray
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
* G6 Z# R% c' {! P4 S$ qUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

The small boy turned as if to go
5 Q5 s1 K% d; l" vThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
) }- c. t4 \2 o2 d+ [( C5 LThat sure did sound like an awful fight
6 g  n* c" M6 f “But your son, did he come home all right”?
% L/ h0 A2 i& Y7 w! ]9 C. aA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.

9 Z& ~3 @* a+ p* o5 l; L' w! \I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
  b+ j* K( ~* V4 K, BFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
4 l: q! y# _! _$ B" b/ xBy those who gave their precious all
3 P9 s5 g6 \4 m" y- X3 FWhen asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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