Friday, 11 November 2011

*Remembrance*



Why Wear A Poppy

"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 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 the symbol for
The gallant men and women 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 "Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, Mum, 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, 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 cheek;
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, is 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
And asked to answer their country's call

That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy, Remember - and Give!
Lest we forget....

Author Unknown

10 comments:

  1. This is very lovely, Alison... We must never forget. ((HUGS))

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  2. Thanks Alison, too many people would rather forget, much to their shame.

    Hugs Jill xx

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  3. I live in those Flanders Fields and pass those graveyards every day and Poppies are always present but today even more. It is so important to remember, always. What a lovely poem!
    Bye,
    Marian

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  4. Wonderful post. So thankful for those who gave their lives and for those who sacrificed for our freedoms.
    ~Michele

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  5. A touching poem......hopefully we will not have to go through all the pain they suffered then, I wear a poppy to remind me of the sacrifices made and the brave people who lay down their lives to keep the peace in our times....

    Melx

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  6. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Lets also remember those men & women who lay down their lives for us in yester years, yesterday, today and all the days still to come so that we may know freedom . . . thank you . . x

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  7. What a beautiful poem...we owe them so much!

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  8. What a moving poem Alison. I've never come across it before. Watching old images of those brave young men on film still brings a lump to my throat. We owe them so much.

    Marie x

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