Why wear a poppy

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4 |. h/ u, q5 I+ m' j# I) O “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
) T/ X' e1 ^; wHer face was old, and lined with care,
4 [0 N# [; }# v& hYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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3 e6 ~# i7 D8 |1 `* sA boy came whistling down the street
" ~6 r  u9 ?$ }) j2 EBounding 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
. `8 q2 w; z6 ]And answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
( Z) K6 Y3 `+ U) g# VThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
) \1 ?. W8 k2 [1 k “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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( _! Z6 p7 p7 {7 U# ~/ O“I had a boy about your size, with golden hair and big blue eyes,
+ T+ n1 A2 c; D& vHe loved to play and jump and shout, free as a bird he would race about”
+ @+ H& D% T3 c& iAs 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
When the War broke out he went away
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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, a2 S1 {( _) L* QBut the War went on and he had to stay
  I+ A- o  X7 O  `1 D7 OAll I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
! m! A5 z7 Q. e% HWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
4 J( x8 E7 k+ [9 a* ^+ C7 d$ ^7 ZAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
( r( _, e6 I& V* J: m. d. VAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

( p8 c, S3 f/ |5 i" B6 UThe small boy turned as if to go
: W9 M7 S9 t4 iThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
/ U; p+ j6 Y! p; t, w1 ^9 \That sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
7 j9 h9 w+ S2 y' AA tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
( m2 [9 L9 Z) ?, \% R0 t% iBut didn’t speak.
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; k# {0 e. I* y/ f( ZI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
- y9 y3 K/ q- c+ T; O+ S* A4 eAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
5 o) q; T" r! h! i" m- PFor 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
. U' N7 _5 Q! n, q, i7 ULet us reflect on the burden borne
, u' b3 H, r# Y3 t: m5 E3 A3 h/ MBy those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
3 x0 Z; `0 K/ c+ J7 v3 k$ ]& W5 p/ @Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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