Monday, November 07, 2005

Please 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 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

by Don Crawford


Blogger Stacy The Peanut Queen said...


9:01:00 AM  
Blogger Ms Mac said...

It's my opinion that buying and wearing a poppy is one of the best things you can do all year.

10:10:00 AM  
Blogger sands of time said...

That was really nice

10:57:00 AM  
Blogger Ms Vile File said...

Lovely poem. Poppy day for us is Anzac Day (april 25th), and I always buy several.

I have the greatest respect for those who give/gave so much for our freedoms.

6:06:00 PM  
Blogger Rhodent said...

Great poem... I haven't seen the poppy selling around here for a few years... but when I do, I always get one. It is important to remember, be grateful, and show our support for veterans and our troops.

7:05:00 PM  
Blogger Charlie Gordon said...

That's beautiful. As the brother, son, grandson, and great-grandson of veterans this day means so much to me.

8:23:00 PM  
Blogger dan said...

i'm proud to say i donated yesterday and got my poppy.

sadly someone has stolen the cenotaph from a nearby church.

3:18:00 AM  
Blogger Rowan said...

I have my poppy

2:20:00 PM  

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