Why wear a poppy

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5 G$ @$ S1 `; Y. p “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
0 X  K0 S7 ^; X; |" _! l" bThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
' n: M0 `; y9 F: r; C' ]3 ^Her face was old, and lined with care,
1 |  F1 ], Q, H# u! T/ A) SYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
3 M. J3 \. k: r3 aBounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
* A+ N! y' X( G- b; PAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

5 X  ^. s& X. ~. M0 D9 W- r“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
, P8 v5 \3 f& ]# v “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

0 i0 {6 a3 \) H2 X“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
1 R: C( E1 F- N- L! [) J# zHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
$ R4 e" h: z% M+ JAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
3 r5 n, C- E8 D& AHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
: w( `0 j3 c) j. C& M" pBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
& t* W+ @( u8 b, S- TWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
5 p0 ]$ d6 D& h1 w“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

But the War went on and he had to stay
, A" U- H6 \. v. HAll I could do was wait and pray
! s9 `. d# H0 H# F1 _7 G9 GHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
) L9 m" @; d1 h8 MWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
; K8 c7 x# `+ R  mUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son
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2 d( ^. q* i; R- P% W9 E8 U% SThe small boy turned as if to go
* B  n5 l7 X; g2 gThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
4 h" M( r4 e7 Q0 V+ `That sure did sound like an awful fight
/ q1 L: Q& q: k. W/ [8 T “But your son, did he come home all right”?
1 V- i/ s+ {+ bA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.
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# @, v& M' `; ]# h  {+ ^% }I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
- `3 _; t! x) ^& u: IFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
3 x1 t5 M) E7 j. G, j) [Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

% V, T, O) C9 q% g' y: Q1 ~2 qAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
8 O; d: y+ q' o! I8 _7 w/ VLet us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
3 C( k! C! h8 G  Q  S1 oWhen asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
- N& Q0 R9 V  @1 {' j& }Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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