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
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.
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0 x9 l' O) v! @  U& ]* R( QA boy came whistling down the street
$ s9 z; |# v% a% R. ^( I; r' }& @Bounding along on his carefree feet
1 g" \: v; I, m3 ?6 B) yHis smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady” he said, “can I have one?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
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The lady smiled in her wistful way
& |3 j1 q& F9 i5 }7 m4 bAnd 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”.
- g1 {) ~/ Z# r$ \; E, z “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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* {, ~8 H7 J  H/ G' `4 l6 h“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”,
4 e5 h" v* Y5 G$ p4 THe was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
4 I9 r6 y( X' n( L. D! K% P, V. JBut 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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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
8 [" B- w/ {; q! qI can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
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, O( ^" A+ k' m5 Q) @The small boy turned as if to go
Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
  X) ]) B: c0 G( ` “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
2 O5 w2 N* w3 p$ E" ]0 w8 Q7 BBut didn’t speak.

I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
4 b9 h* j" a2 ^, M9 sAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
) z- p3 Y" O% p# a1 X! `7 bFor 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
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By those who gave their precious all
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Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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