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 offer                
                             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 carefree feet                             
                             His smile was full of joy and fun                               
                             "Lady" said he, May I have one?                    
                             When she pinned it on he turned to say                     
                             Why do we wear a poppy.                                         
                                                                                
                            The lady smiled in her wistful way                            
                            and answered, This is Remembrance Day                  
                            And the poppy there, is the symbol for                     
                            The gallent 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 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 and  said "Goodbye"
                            I'll be back soon Mum, 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 flight
                            (I can still see it in my dreams at night)
                            With tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire
                            And the mines and the 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 home alright

                            A tear rolled down each faded cheek
                            She shook her head, but didn't speak
                            I sunk away in a sort of shame
                            For our thanks, in giving if often delayed
                            Though our freedom was bought - and
                            Thousands paid.

                            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 the country's call
                            That we at home in peace might live
                            Then wear a poppy, Remember - and give.
                                                                                                     Anon
                                 


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09.09 | 20:52

Alan things are up in the air at the moment,but we have a new membership secretary will pass on details when i have them

Bob

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09.09 | 19:30

Where do I pay my membership now that Noel has passed away ?
I used to drop it down to Noel's house.
Can't make the meeting on Wednesdays.
Alan.

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03.09 | 13:07

Thanks Bob, managed to get sorted and have 6 tickets for the Festival on Saturday, before I march past the Cenotaph with the Irish Guards on Sunday. QS

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02.09 | 20:44

Hi Scot our secretary Noel would have got this code,Unfortunately noel passed away.He did send me an email about booking that has a code 27882 I hope this is it

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