Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
/ s( D/ d, T! p5 ~% W, A And held one forth, but I shook my head
: G( G) T; g! {$ ^Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
7 U0 Y3 k- l) dHer face was old, and lined with care,
0 Z: k' s, M9 W: O: ^Yet beneath the scars, the years had made
3 p( K5 S+ o+ j6 c' {There remained a smile that refused to fade.

# k2 ?. G, f8 s- V: Q9 RA boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
; n* V4 t! K: THis smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
5 t) i8 W& Y  v% Y2 F* h7 l$ l9 B3 z“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
3 m0 f; ^! g4 @$ N5 NAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

, v( m0 O% H5 }8 v“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
& j& E" F- s# l) W “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,
2 d; L" N( f/ p" EHe 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”,
+ O- d. `, X2 dHe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
# l  [: d' ^9 G) qBut 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
, X7 U0 r2 ?- Y2 r, {- J/ B5 sWhen he smiled at me and said goodbye
7 z5 [" x' U2 }$ x& U* j“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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But the War went on and he had to stay
( U1 }' C* y, A; z! hAll I could do was wait and pray
9 Y+ _0 z, z9 ]His letters told of an awful fight
7 P: q- Z5 @* t& V9 s) r7 bI can see it still in my dreams at night
8 Q  c) H, N+ |+ g" R) u9 x+ M* IWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
7 X5 C3 W  Z7 y9 j  h  IAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
( j+ a8 b6 E( r9 V9 Z" e2 ?And that is why we wear the poppy son
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The small boy turned as if to go
# }- f2 O; X0 [" l7 N) ]& DThen stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
- w7 C; x+ y$ W$ P9 j/ Z/ ]) x; NThat sure did sound like an awful fight
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
$ y6 [% l$ _2 S, p& Y) K9 A- f; ~A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
) z" B$ _3 O) h8 }+ eBut didn’t speak.

, S5 v) ]8 A" u6 wI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
# J3 _- ^; u) j  @) W0 M4 m5 UFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.
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And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
# O1 Y4 b  ^* D+ W2 y' aThat we at home, in peace may live
* Y* F5 Z/ ^: ]2 {Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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