General Chat

Will you buy a poppy, sir? Will you wear it well? For you will hear a band ,sir, Not a screaming shell. Its good to hear you'rewell,sir And feeling in the pink, Two minutesisn't very long To close your eyes and think. When I was small,I'd say "oh my, I think that man is going to cry." Will you buy a poppy ,sir? Will you wear it proud? for you will hearthe children sing, Not orders barked out loud. "Fix those boyonets, off you go, And if you don't come back There's plenty more to follow you, Bob and Bill and Jack" Full grown men begin to cry, I oftenused to wonder why. Will you buy a poppy, sir? Tonight there'll be a dance, By kind permission of the men Who fought and died,in FRance. 'Keep on going,though it's been A fortnight since you've slept, Forget the loved ones left behind, Forget your mother wept. Forget? We shan't. Now I know why Its natural to start to cry. Will you buy a poppy, sir? Will you give 20 pence? Wars are gory scenes of hell, It makes such little sense To hear of ladsof tender years Lying stiff and cold, What comfortcan it give to say "They never shall grow old." For them we grieve , and mourn and cry, As on death's lonely field they lie. Will you buy a poppy ,sir? The band made such arow, But now they're going home,sir Things are quiet now. The politicians,they knew besr, And they had their way. Please ,sir, buy this poppy , sir Just one left on my tray. Then I'll go home too ,by and by, Perhaps to think----perhaps to cry.

Angela, That is lovely and sad at the same time. Certainly makes you think and feel glad you bought a poppy Diane

So very sad! Lindy

beutifull

angela. a touching poem the people of mcdonalds that banned the poppy sellers from thier store should read it thanks for putting it on howard

HI to every one who read this. Thank you. Love to you all. Angie.

Nudge

It's a moving poem. By the way I called my daughter Poppy as she was born on the 11/11. Jacquie

Very apt, so I'm nudging it up ready for tomorrow. Jo.

Absolutely beatiful, Angela. Tony.in Oz

By Lieutenant John McCrae In Flanders Fields 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. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

Nudge

There are many beautiful and moving poems of WW1. I work in a military veterans hospital in USA and always wear my poppy during the days leading up to 11/11. The veterans are very touched that we remember servicemen and women in such a way, when I explain why I wear it. Thanks to all those who fought to give us the freedom we enjoy today.

Nudge