Why wear a poppy

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7 d$ A' K/ z5 g$ F7 t6 | “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
! n2 A. W1 t2 d, S( X5 d And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
1 e* d) P; }1 c: pHer face was old, and lined with care,
4 x- h& h7 v7 E# TYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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/ L1 A, E4 F0 [1 L& p/ z- e  ]/ dA boy came whistling down the street
+ K0 z" `5 y" \# RBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
! a/ i. @$ r4 lAs she pinned it on I heard him say
  }! q4 d, Z8 @' K* Q- d9 Q1 e“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
# `4 M7 `0 `+ Y9 s4 @( T3 vThe lady smiled in her wistful way
. |, P; t  V" C3 V4 {4 cAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

' g8 y; ~! @; n# [“The poppy is the symbol for the,
# f# d/ z+ |: ?7 P$ i9 rThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
“And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

; s; z8 v9 Y+ j* n3 m9 w1 B“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,
  h9 v" G) z; m( H; j, R9 \But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
5 y- [2 h/ I  j1 `. ]When the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

1 d5 q+ @+ g% H+ OBut the War went on and he had to stay
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
5 `: a  n% ~; R9 S: A8 C: y9 uAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
! K5 I# B$ Y9 j, y/ tAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

& h8 H% p* Z% j% x- k& P5 ~The small boy turned as if to go
- ^3 w% y, X$ Q3 w1 i; D3 Z& w: ?Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
/ q0 }( V6 j3 U4 c- YThat sure did sound like an awful fight
& p& [/ s7 a0 M/ D/ G6 _ “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.

& y8 W+ G9 s  J7 ]1 c- e+ _I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
) J6 v" p. W0 D! j* ~And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
/ ]. ^# Q; t+ p7 |9 CFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
( Q- U- [& i. Q1 n! }, Z+ Y" qWhen asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
1 r. M, P- x0 J8 xThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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