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    “Please wear a poppy,” the lady said
    And held one forth, but I shook my head.
    Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
    And her face was old and lined with care;
    But beneath the scars the years had made
    There remained a smile that refused to fade.
    A boy came whistling down the street,
    Bouncing along on care-free feet.
    His smile was full of joy and fun,
    “Lady,” said he, “may I have one?”
    When she's pinned in on he turned to say,
    “Why do we wear a poppy today?”
    The lady smiled in her wistful way
    And answered,
    “This is Remembrance Day,
    And the poppy there is the symbol for
    The gallant men who died in war.
    And because they did, you and I are free —
    That's why we wear a poppy, you see.
    “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 learned and grew and became a man —
    as you will, too.
    “He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
    But he'd seemed with us such a little while
    When war broke out and he went away.
    I still remember his face that day
    When he smiled at me and said, Goodbye,
    I'll be back soon, Mom, so please don't cry.
    “But the war went on and he had to stay,
    And all I could do was wait and pray.
    His letters told of the awful fight,
    (I can see it still in my dreams at night),
    With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
    And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.
    “Till at last, at last, the war was won —
    And that's why we wear a poppy son.”
    The small boy turned as if to go,
    Then said, “Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.
    That sure did sound like an awful fight,
    But your son — did he come back all right?”
    A tear rolled down each faded check;
    She shook her head, but didn't speak.
    I slunk away in a sort of shame,
    And if you were me you'd have done the same;
    For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed,
    Thought our freedom was bought —
    and thousands paid!
    And so when we see a poppy worn,
    Let us reflect on the burden borne,
    By those who gave their very all
    When asked to answer their country's call
    That we at home in peace might live.
    Then wear a poppy!
    Remember — and give!

  • #2
    In Flanders Fields
    by John McCrae

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amidst the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields


    • #3

      Thank you for posting "In Flanders Field", my Uncle is buried there.
      Illegitimus non carborundus!


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