Why Wear A Poppy?

Author: Don Crawford

“Will you wear a poppy?” the lady said

And held one forth, but I shook my head.

Then I stopped and watched to see how she’d 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 wistful way

And answered, “This is ANZAC Day.

The poppy there is the symbol for

The gallant men who died in our 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 jump and play and shout

Free as a bird he would race about

As 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 such 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 so 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.”

‘Til 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 home all right?”

A tear rolled 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 the freedom was bought and thousands paid.

And so you see, when a poppy is 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 are home in peace may live

Then wear a poppy, remember and give.