Why wear a poppy

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' d3 N5 ?4 }$ O3 q6 j+ k- d8 Y “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
. E1 `/ y7 U. |, W. } And held one forth, but I shook my head
9 e4 Q3 q4 e, n1 k" r, `Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
5 O1 j. N' T0 x  H0 `# R0 e5 u: bThere remained a smile that refused to fade.
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) n* X$ D7 d1 g/ |' o) ^A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
# T6 G+ S) q' M% R$ \His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
" K8 @8 U# A6 Z0 V+ ]3 g# DAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
8 r* @- j* U! }9 w4 Z. fThe lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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' e8 R7 \/ \; J$ v* H( X- X“The poppy is the symbol for the,
. \/ f2 G( q& `  J* zThe 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”
* H8 @, b1 U- a- D( L7 M) b( BAs the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
( w3 S% r4 ^8 w: T/ [* ?He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
But he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
0 F( D" t  ^+ P) T& R2 S1 k6 W8 d( ^, ?I can still remember his face that day
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
6 n& {& }# T2 t$ M6 t* BAll I could do was wait and pray
* L  A# q4 R  yHis letters told of an awful fight
4 D. O% L2 h+ I% Y2 n  z4 lI can see it still in my dreams at night
% L" M5 T" J7 @: P- y) s/ X! jWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
  Z# L" A% G% Z$ b7 v2 V3 D/ [2 \2 f3 NUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

The small boy turned as if to go
2 Q5 A* Z- m- ?Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
3 K8 z; F; W: U5 U. U/ DThat 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
% C" K4 R3 [" p! j1 g# b4 JBut didn’t speak.
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I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
' @/ E; L& n# _( {  i$ U& m* NFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
3 |- h$ |6 e2 P1 ZWhen 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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