Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
# u5 H: x  ?* D/ v6 D 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,
Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

5 j" ?5 T8 Y9 ^3 tA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
6 K# @, A$ \# X) ^' n5 L/ @ “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
/ Q. C& F3 ^7 T, q' ?The lady smiled in her wistful way
8 }( B: N5 j/ ?/ XAnd 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”.
+ R7 r% }1 J2 x1 h; o$ Q% b “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,
, k. y5 A& z2 aHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
6 X7 z; t7 e) a0 E! {  wAs 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,
( _& I4 z! Q8 ?1 yBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
3 i. I9 g; e/ R- vWhen the War broke out he went away
3 [, U, z9 S  m+ E4 e0 {# SI can still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said goodbye
0 j3 l/ y! a1 x9 Z“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”

4 F! c" T" {! B5 }6 x- QBut the War went on and he had to stay
4 X, t/ T2 O$ G% y3 |. AAll I could do was wait and pray
2 j* t' b8 L0 P6 d  F0 THis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
+ X0 Q' d1 a* nAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
+ m4 ]' G$ J* m- Y" t7 C: qUntil at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

% _; ]+ q" n3 Y5 G; U; h/ J  VThe small boy turned as if to go
7 [6 G7 D/ _" b7 n7 R6 B/ M3 g, L9 jThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
3 W6 s: i/ W7 QThat sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
8 \4 t9 [  \7 x1 y8 ^! uA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.
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% M  I$ U( G! e( YI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
" X: o: J. I$ m( ^8 UAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
For our thanks in giving is often delayed
( L% q5 B$ B, J- l: LThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

6 H) ~+ c  C; v+ GAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
5 M/ o) A6 `3 `4 }& H1 XBy 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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