Why wear a poppy

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“Please wear a poppy”, the old lady said
" [) A; b; R; I8 V5 A1 `- X And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched, to see how shed fare
" w! v$ C" b( [# k0 hHer face was old, and lined with care,
2 W% j5 E* f3 p" wYet beneath the scars, the years had made
- P* J) ?0 k8 MThere remained a smile that refused to fade.
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A boy came whistling down the street
/ s- c; A  E. _Bounding along on his carefree feet
His smile was full of joy and fun
/ O1 Y4 ~' n# f9 L “Lady” he said, “can I have one?
7 R" J$ V- h" k( F6 {7 @As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear the poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
% a$ L$ M$ p% Y& H$ D: d2 d1 OAnd answered “this is remembrance day”

“The poppy is the symbol for the,
& E' `4 M6 O. IThe gallant men and women who died in the war”.
# [! O9 C0 k  s' |; ? “And because they did we are free, that’s why we wear the poppy you see”
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: g! s0 b# y$ v- p& x2 s" [“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”
! F9 `/ M2 b8 g5 r; hAs 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,
* T/ e2 A0 ~. y8 t& M" ]8 [8 DBut he seemed to be with us a such a short while
When the War broke out he went away
0 h7 T' }. l5 ~I can still remember his face that day
2 _( g, ]! `2 x6 e. lWhen 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
. _- N. s: l5 @: p, m. qHis letters told of an awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night
5 d! A9 a6 s& K, X- hWith the tanks and guns and the cruel barb wire
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire
' D$ q0 K% |6 c4 V( y- D2 [; XUntil at last the War was won
9 Z! w$ I; a) f8 e3 H: }5 mAnd that is why we wear the poppy son

The small boy turned as if to go
" g# I% _( M' ]  U! `Then stopped and said “Thank you lady, I’m glad I know”
That sure did sound like an awful fight
" B5 X8 E2 d! I$ T' c “But your son, did he come home all right”?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek, she shook her head
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: M/ n$ [7 X0 J4 P/ M- t8 JI slunk away, head bowed in shame,
9 X0 |* r1 b3 i  M/ F% ]$ XAnd if you were me, you’d have done the same,
* P! }. T5 S* j3 N( gFor our thanks in giving is often delayed
Though our freedom was bought by the legions who paid.

, b, u6 d! }6 y, e5 F) mAnd so, when you see a poppy worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne
1 |; x! O$ Y7 T- lBy those who gave their precious all
When asked to answer their countries call
That we at home, in peace may live
) ]2 \0 ~9 u; [! V8 q5 b; e, K$ BThen wear a poppy, remember, and give.

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