Why wear a poppy

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( \. L( v8 W$ q$ E" c “Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head
) V# M" f5 ]; f& uThen 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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A boy came whistling down the street
' b% j! [: {4 a& q, B- B9 mBounding along on his carefree feet
& m3 e: C+ V9 j4 i: I. U$ p6 bHis smile was full of joy and fun
& d& ^, d7 l" E6 ~9 Z9 ` “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
( Z4 P8 j: `1 p6 i, g, i! qAs she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
! {1 `0 _8 }, `And answered “this is remembrance day”
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$ M) C% Y% S, Z1 n“The poppy is the symbol for the,
* w: F  G3 k# }" wThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
% J& s) C  N3 q% P# x “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,
# {1 E6 b. u( e' w/ M9 k6 W2 ^0 X8 F# v% QHe 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,
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 ~; n2 _, t9 {: D, V“I will be back soon, so please don’t cry”
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) D) x% A, K+ f! B) C9 c2 i; gBut the War went on and he had to stay
% R. r- b# Y  t( U9 R. [All I could do was wait and pray
His letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
With the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
) a- k# G6 ?5 u2 s# |Until at last the War was won
And that is why we wear the poppy son

( o7 B. ~2 u  e8 XThe small boy turned as if to go
. i, b+ C1 x: }' Y. eThen 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
6 _) k7 ], Y& [4 ZBut didn’t speak.
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3 @: q  Z9 \( D4 p5 Z3 Q" aI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
7 J# `2 v. g  t" I! }, t+ W4 |And if you were me, you’d have done the same,
& ^7 q1 b7 Z) N- G$ WFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
7 r! U/ d. m/ iThough our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

3 }! p! ?* _& d) e$ e: vAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
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When asked to answer their countries call
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9 [- J* ]+ {8 S$ o" ^7 ?" zThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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