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,
: U) ~5 X/ e/ W6 \- J4 SYet beneath the scars, the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
1 T! p9 o) X. d" F( I “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
* F2 h3 Q" Y+ ^/ e' _& TAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
+ O3 P3 w& b; a2 FAnd answered “this is remembrance day”
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) M- ~  v8 i( m“The poppy is the symbol for the,
The gallant men and women who died in the war”.
+ M: m$ V1 l3 W" n/ Y+ n, d “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”

) U4 b  a8 ?# [! }“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”,
He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
: q, ~2 H8 y! H; g3 C( K: p7 Q1 W& m' f. oBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
9 t* i( G7 ?1 W) H4 b, eWhen the War broke out he went away
I can still remember his face that day
* g' o: A8 g& `( J$ a! N3 eWhen 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
1 O- g, o1 y* w" B. iAll I could do was wait and pray
/ I6 w+ n! ?& N- G5 @His letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
% {4 ^* a8 [* {& s9 S5 _) I, x9 `With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
. K# B/ [" M1 TAnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
Until at last the War was won
2 E/ n- Q, O2 AAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

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
“But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
But didn’t speak.
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. o3 M- A- b. \9 h. U# T$ }6 [I slunk away, head bowed in shame,
& r8 I) i4 a" [  g  E+ f7 D& B* MAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
( ]) ?: o0 B; A# `5 AFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

5 ]* A: S8 B) i: J( \) N2 x9 F6 ^And so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
7 l0 `5 z* z: `# kBy those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
7 e, A! y8 O& QThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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