Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
; [/ r0 J  N1 T: J/ `2 ~ And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
. B- K& X7 V/ BHer face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
9 D/ c; L/ h& Z* nThere remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
" l5 {: Z% l5 I1 w4 uBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
5 F. b) k# ^: h9 Z; m* R7 B5 Z “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
5 L8 f. N* d6 W5 wAs she pinned it on I heard him say
, s6 }; V1 p# K' [8 }& u4 W“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”

2 [% h: {8 o- ~4 b6 {“The poppy is the symbol for the,
8 k7 @7 x& s) t& IThe 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”

“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”
1 q$ _0 \+ B' @' w0 y' SAs 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,
' i% v% k  b, U* h. I1 }But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
4 r: k: o( [6 B. |When the War broke out he went away
' s& |1 |1 D: AI can still remember his face that day
& D  }  ]/ o5 x# `) D3 c4 C1 `, o2 yWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
/ b" }! J- r0 j( X/ ?( {- U8 C' q“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

" ]7 f3 }) D) C/ O9 A4 f: |: WBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
9 F5 A- h5 o! V0 p4 kHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
$ z2 m6 _6 M6 K" h8 m+ ~6 @With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
* ~9 v! Q0 }4 g# gUntil 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”
/ ~) h" i  r' m; |/ hThat sure did sound like an awful fight
- l5 r5 W4 _% o- Y* Y “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
! Y5 K8 q7 p3 A8 u5 |But didn’t speak.

4 d- P+ D* V+ `0 J" [6 u1 iI 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
; N# ]2 @$ u9 r% ZThough 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
2 H6 b: t# R9 {By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
4 U9 r$ V* c+ W0 @That we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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