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Please wear a poppy,' the lady said,
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TheBlackKnight | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:04 |
Why do we have poppy's? 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'd pinned it 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 a 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, Mum, 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. 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, Though 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! |
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Stelly ♥♥ | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:08 |
Nice Ron. Hello to you. xx |
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Silly Sausage | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:09 |
Very nice Ron... |
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TheBlackKnight | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:11 |
Hi Stelly Hope your ok and i hope you have your poppy on today. lol Hayley i hope you have yours on too. lol I have mine on |
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Silly Sausage | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:13 |
Of course I do Ron......I wear it with pride... |
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Unknown | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:19 |
11/11 for all the fallen and especially for you Robbie never forget you |
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TheBlackKnight | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:22 |
Good for you Hayley so do i. My grandad passed on this year the longest serving man in Burma and in one of his medel case's was a bit of paper with the following message When you go home. Tell them of us and say, For your tomorrow We gave our today. Yes i have my poppy |
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TheBlackKnight | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:30 |
Fitz good for you!! |
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TheBlackKnight | Report | 11 Nov 2006 02:53 |
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. respect to those who gave theyre lives so we might live. R.I.P. |
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