Lest we forget
"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.~~
That's wonderful Ak, thanks. I'm crying now.
ReplyDeleteWe must never forget.
ReplyDeleteAll of the time.
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Thank you, Akelamalu.
ReplyDelete"In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below."
Thanks Ake......
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written, and so true..
ReplyDeleteWe should never forget lest we have to relive it all again someday.
ReplyDeleteA big thank you to all of our veterans the world over!
A big thank you to all veterans that served,and to those that gave their all I say Rest in Peace.
ReplyDeleteAt the going down of the sun and in the morning,
ReplyDeleteWe will remember them.
Lest we forget...
BEAUTIFUL post, m'dear.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
Remembrance...
Thank you veterans.
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I've not seen that poem before - very moving.
ReplyDeleteakelamalu: How wonderfully written. It made me cry...tears welled up and I had a silent moment.
ReplyDeleteI knew a man...he was in WWII. He never talked about it and I didn't know till mother told me of all his medals and battles he was in. he was just a boy turned 18 when he went to fight.
I remember him and the others.
thaks you sweetie...this post is awesomee.
later sweetie. xx
Thanks to all those who keep us safe and thank you for posting this
ReplyDeleteWe shall never forget. Wonderful piece and so right on point. :) Thank you my friend for sharing this :)
ReplyDeleteVery appropriate.
ReplyDeleteBless YOU my Sister!!!!!
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A Great poem for our Veterans Day.
ReplyDeleteRemembering with you, Akelamalu.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, this is beautiful Ake..
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I have never heard of this poem...it certainly does make you stop and think...thank you for sharing it with me...
ReplyDeleteI came back to read this post again, and it still brings a tear to my eye.
ReplyDeleteThey're all someone's son or daughter, friend, father or mother... *sigh*
What a beautiful story! I never knew about the poppies, but what a wonderful way to remember and show your thoughfulness.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all who served all over the world.
My old war hero dad (whom I blogged about) would have been delighted to have read this.
ReplyDeleteMy old war hero dad (whom I blogged about) would have been delighted to have read this.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post - I just found you, and have started reading about your grandmother.....I may have to stay up late tonight to keep reading!
ReplyDeleteI never read this before, thank you for sharing it
ReplyDeleteand the photo is so touching
Wonderful tribute. I thank all veterans for their service.
ReplyDeletenever to be forgotten - lets hope
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