Please Wear A Poppy

Let us remember those who have given their lives for us, those who have been wounded physically and mentally in their acts of service, and those who came back whole.

Lest we forget.....

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


I share this to bless all who serve...wherever they may be.

Fran

Perceptions

Fiery redhead
Vacuous blonde
Brittle brunette
Too often we let our perceptions
of what we think people are
interfere with their reality.
We are influenced by the movie industry
who portray women in such roles
and we believe them to be true,
so much so that we sometimes
cannot believe in,
An intelligent blonde
A soft brunette,
A calm readhead.

How many other opportunities do we miss?
How many times do we dismiss people
because of their outer appearance.
Fearing them,
Distrusting them,
Demeaning them,
without giving them a chance
to show who they really are,
the person inside the outer shell.
The dreamer
The poet
The artist
The singer
The writer
The caring soul.
Perhaps it’s time to open our eyes
and hearts
and minds
and really look at those around us.
To reach out to them,
to gain new ideas
to learn about others,
and share something of ourselves,
instead of dismissing them so lightly.
Let’s start today with an open mind
and a smile for a stranger
who might someday
become a friend
to you or someone else
Because of that smile.

Have a wonderful year!!
Fran Watson