Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
: L5 `1 }( L8 F& G, Z0 f And held one forth, but I shook my head
- O3 _& u. _+ f3 \9 gThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
1 I$ A, z2 g$ uYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
, _* i0 ~# z$ N5 i “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
) D# S0 I+ B4 g4 ]$ ]1 X# I5 RThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
6 g" |8 K8 k# t' p2 ?6 b1 DThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
% ?% F$ v$ i" o2 b# J. Y4 H “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,
& t( P/ p1 n2 G! n* g: w; t0 }& EHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
' t# u& ~, U- zAs 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
When the War broke out he went away
1 I" b3 G0 `1 u3 ]  r4 Z; TI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
0 _# Y( g; n  n& `' d! N“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

: Q) N7 h# M& Y' x. N3 VBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
# O/ y9 n/ u2 o3 |, g7 W& JHis 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
: h: u, V& {/ J' HUntil at last the War was won
( D' X) u2 K. v. c, ]1 m% _( ^: PAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

7 |0 K3 [" S9 K+ kThe small boy turned as if to go
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”?
9 c  W( X, O! ]A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
7 p8 Z1 E! O  L; q+ P' q2 FBut didn’t speak.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
& x; M" L9 {' d& {And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
. |$ e3 y1 I; D! r' q3 lFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

1 p* S; \- g- q1 t& `! M! HAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
( U& y! f/ s4 w& v/ {Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
1 l, [8 R# C; t' T/ B4 I3 H' PWhen asked to answer their countries call
* j" h& Q3 S" AThat we at home, in peace may live
) B9 J' X0 C; K+ x7 TThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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