Why wear a poppy

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3 b2 Z1 h5 X/ S9 J( h! l8 l “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
* W- U) M* v; Y- `  c; hHer face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
; @+ j( y8 L4 b4 R. jAs she pinned it on I heard him say
2 X) E" v4 R+ Z# [“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
! g$ D3 v% U+ D! zThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”

! G/ i& M" d7 `/ T) h0 T8 O7 L  {“The poppy is the symbol for the,
# W2 p% l2 N) N3 hThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
' I2 O. y0 H+ o) l, d" I: }1 j' w- Z “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,
7 O+ B# m$ g9 AHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
$ S0 |! V: p; z! z1 A: T/ h0 `As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
; v, G& F) l( q$ b. d- S! Q/ PHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
2 l# K* y9 W/ `$ G- s- QBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
/ G5 v4 t. B3 {) u% iWhen the War broke out he went away
& ?/ n1 O" c9 O" G9 qI can still remember his face that day
2 L; k& k5 n( d+ m2 iWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
) x( A7 c! F( w" P“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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But the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
5 m. ]& G" s9 [# D* _+ zHis letters told of an awful fight
1 t' h) H: \: i# S6 M5 TI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
3 }. A/ D. }# t: {  D* S' L) J9 ?And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
And 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”
# {1 D0 w5 a5 J" r- EThat sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
) w4 j% A0 `  q- vA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But 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
. u9 j/ a9 _2 ^1 I! E, }8 N3 X* gThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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( P: |) W& l" {/ B/ Z" a. R5 yAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
5 E3 {  e' l9 u' P9 a1 YLet us reflect on the burden borne
) L& r5 u" _( r' X6 f. f0 y; w0 QBy those who gave their precious all
When 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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