Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
8 d  ?5 z$ i+ V) Z And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
/ P' V" l8 y! uHer face was old, and lined with care,
; M7 F' X) p: n, R  y$ DYet 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
; ?+ }6 X% H: D- r2 W5 hHis smile was full of joy and fun
  l4 J; r% G4 M0 A- S “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
# V& B) }) u: H5 w! ], i2 Z2 YAs she pinned it on I heard him say
) F8 B4 W5 z: W“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
, h7 Q' Z  s$ ~6 F* N" s: |* UAnd answered “this is remembrance day”
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% ]7 z- I# E. F3 V9 w# }: t“The poppy is the symbol for the,
( N2 D9 K% l/ Y9 y! eThe 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”
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“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,
+ Y& N$ _) K- A2 u% [0 R3 FBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
" c5 D; [" n2 JWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
. n$ j# A/ U: L3 C) n( xWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
: \3 m* H' y) I* W0 v" G+ B“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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But 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
9 X3 C  W# g+ qWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
" }4 G# k: D+ n: \/ oAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
5 ?+ g% k3 x5 m' }, g  FAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

/ ^. P6 i" B8 }3 E. \, OThe small boy turned as if to go
6 h. a/ e& R* L# a& H( X5 nThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
, H% d+ k$ s" g" E- FThat sure did sound like an awful fight
- \1 A6 S0 \% V+ y/ x “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
% |0 p2 e& {8 i+ [" BBut didn’t speak.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
- q8 k3 {5 A1 f( d* UAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
% I. V* V( z" _% p9 X# WFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
, v  z9 R7 s8 {" ~/ P* OThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

And so, when you see a poppy worn
: I5 W, u2 m, kLet us reflect on the burden borne
0 H2 [5 f5 Q2 j/ t8 R9 t! z8 dBy those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
1 W2 z; x6 ~( g: X5 l% C+ nThat we at home, in peace may live
, k% D" O: n) oThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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