Why wear a poppy

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& S$ u+ [6 O% i6 { “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
* _- C/ t0 }7 J1 ^$ v' w% {Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
8 v  @4 U2 [9 yThere remained a smile that refused to fade.
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# s0 \+ G& z! G  s# W# fA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
: u* e  P& o0 N* @) r; V “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
  g/ K) x. X6 V8 O$ _- F% ~As she pinned it on I heard him say
5 Q. E: H% _9 p3 P, K, y. L7 w. c( S5 G“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
% K1 Z7 Z1 ]0 G4 v  f0 IAnd answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
3 o3 W6 X* x* \; L. J9 P4 D2 ? “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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* H1 Z& _3 q6 ^) f" V0 R“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,
- x+ I% ~# j- K3 I; Y( k" pBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
8 P9 A% n4 E* @1 H7 l% N6 CI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
% o! s& g: c: Z4 u“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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, g1 C9 E+ W' b/ tBut the War went on and he had to stay
All I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
) d# m" W4 r0 q0 w# CI can see it still in my dreams at night
! R# n+ |; B& c! ^  }  Y: }$ _5 AWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
, Y1 `$ v6 b3 ~And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
1 j0 t5 l; O4 d1 _( f, BAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

+ m; g; m+ x3 h3 YThe small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
2 u( B) g. L  Q( m, D7 r* |That sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.
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4 y3 R7 z2 ]( PI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
2 Y/ |' d5 p. Y* s$ ?5 K+ AAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
, ~9 E9 i! z' G) }' O" s  YThough 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
/ P0 K8 ]# Z# y2 V: BBy 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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