Why wear a Poppy?
''Please wear a poppy' the lady said, and held one forth,
But I shook my head.
Then I stopped to see how she would fare
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 carefree feet,
His smile was full of joy and fun, Lady' he said, 'may I have one'
As she pinned it on, I heard him say 'why do we wear a poppy today'?
The lady smiled in her whistful way, and answered 'this is remembrance day', the poppy there is a symbol for the gallant men who died in the 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 ran about.
As the years went on he learned and grew, and became a man as you will too'.
He was fine and strong with a boyish smile, but he seemed with us just a little while. When war broke out he went away, I still remember his face that day when he smiled at me and said goodbye, 'I'll be back soon so please don't cry.'
But the war went on and he had to stay, all I could do was wait and pray,
His letters told of the awful fight, I can still see it in my dreams at night,
With tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire, and mines and bullets the bombs and fire.
Until at last the war was won, and that's why we wear a poppy son.'
The small boy turned as iif 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 home alright?'
A tear ran down each faded cheek, she shook her head but didn't speak,
I slunk away, head bowed in shame, and if you were with me you'd have done the same, for our thanks in giving is oft delayed, though freedom was bought and thousands paid.
And so you see when a poppy is worn, let us reflect on the burden born
By those who gave their very all when asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace may live. Then wear a poppy, remember, and give.
In remembrance of ALL have give 'their all' and particularly
Flying Officer J,W.Lynes 1914-1942
Captain P.M.C. Trelease 1918-1945
R.I.P