Why wear a poppy

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6 d; f$ g1 k' g! z) J" ^9 e, p “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
) i8 J" ^, }: [$ k And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
' H8 {# Z4 K7 y; L# _% \1 h! oYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
' v0 H% A$ v; d; ZBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
. ?. v9 n' ^8 ?  b. N& [( P; ~ “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
% `# M3 y- ?- G+ Q2 S  z, k% }& l“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
0 h3 H+ Q. m8 V) WThe lady smiled in her wistful way
$ z* \7 M8 c7 h& h1 C$ Z: U. VAnd 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 _2 M7 j) ?7 u' E9 j" [' N “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

0 B; V9 W# @: ]7 x& h6 |, X" [0 {1 i“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,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
6 I2 W! m! y+ VWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
9 j; A6 D5 G) N2 P( e( y9 ~When he smiled at me and said goodbye
“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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But the War went on and he had to stay
1 D+ H$ U; d; K9 UAll I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
, |- ?# m3 w5 k6 W6 b1 ^8 cI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
0 n) v, x( C  o/ l9 ~! D( j+ g( eAnd 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

/ m( N2 O" @7 e& T$ UThe small boy turned as if to go
- @, _, P! B$ x% p& e* t9 nThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
' c# e) T0 [$ o5 \0 p “But your son, did he come home all right”?
+ ^  N0 y, `- w: K5 rA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
. i+ C' k( S+ h& a7 {4 O1 ~5 {* y" vAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
. b" B1 u2 s1 L* B/ [For our thanks in giving is often delayed
9 y! L+ ~" g$ }# v0 c2 G7 p- UThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

$ {! C. u5 }1 c: \/ V0 o! P/ PAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
% O5 Y% l) g& i9 b5 T# B- u& wBy those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
4 z, W' v9 H) XThat we at home, in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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