Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
' b- z" K; O+ J! ~! r4 U. I. lThen I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
Her face was old, and lined with care,
0 v, A: W1 t1 s* H4 x1 M5 KYet beneath the scars, the years had made
0 k0 g) ^$ q  j* n  LThere 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 Q* ]* N, z. t9 P, ^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
And answered “this is remembrance day”
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“The poppy is the symbol for the,
% Y3 j" R& `/ E( ^The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
& f! z8 Q1 D  R5 |1 y, d' Z “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”
As the years went by he learnt and grew, and became a man as you will to”,
1 A. D2 `  I9 s) l5 E. k4 L  e' F  ]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
  ]9 G8 R& U) X# e, w“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
: D0 g# F$ A+ ?I can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
* X2 l9 V) Y5 a1 Z% PAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
8 z9 }: ?7 l" u# fAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

The small boy turned as if to go
; {4 B4 m; y3 H+ yThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
  o% B  a& T0 q) t “But your son, did he come home all right”?
. H# z! S5 {" k  o8 w1 d- ]A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
+ y3 n+ I6 Z' @8 VBut didn’t speak.

I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
0 `" I. i# r: w% C. tAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
* i4 G5 r4 [" x: `& I7 @For our thanks in giving is often delayed
- }3 G3 U4 L! p! pThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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; B- g: Z; ~/ |. `5 |  o  @4 U1 vAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
. l; m8 H; |& F7 ?4 FLet us reflect on the burden borne
' @0 r. d# N  G6 U5 C, g. |By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
0 @9 n1 W$ q+ ]# `1 c+ h5 u# WThat we at home, in peace may live
4 Q7 y3 J+ t# N7 Q5 ?: v5 FThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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