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Lest We Forget
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As November approaches.............
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppie grows.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppie grows.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Poppies are not red because of the shedded blood -they are red because red poppies were the first things to grow back on Flanders field after WW1 and they were picked to represent Hope defeating despair.
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.
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.
they're out down here on the back of the tragic death of Rifleman Dave Curnow, ex Afghani veteran at 20, who was murdered outside a kebab house in that salubrious joint called Redruth, probably worse than Kabul.......bloody yobbos, two of them charged. Curnow's funeral was a military one - in the Cathedral yesterday.
I suppose the white poppys that our CND supporters who heckle the Royal Family at the British Legion Royal Albert Ceremony every year represent Capitulation.
"Come friendly bombs and fall on Kensington Gore opposite RAH on Remembrance Evening"
Sorry John. They pee me off along with those who destroy the red poppy.
"Come friendly bombs and fall on Kensington Gore opposite RAH on Remembrance Evening"
Sorry John. They pee me off along with those who destroy the red poppy.
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Lovely poem, thank you.
I know I post the link every year but you can buy so much and give someone a gift with an extra meaning too.
http:// www.pop pyshop. org.uk/ ?gclid= CIGvj6i 82cgCFe Pnwgodg 4UB5w
I know I post the link every year but you can buy so much and give someone a gift with an extra meaning too.
http://
I don't buy a poppy until 1st November. I had to organise it earlier in France, because they were hard to come by (we always managed - there is an ex-pat. British Legion group but it covers a large area).
The French were always very accepting about us attending the war memorial with them and sharing their Remembrance - they very happily let us lay a few poppies amongst their tributes. I put the local shop in touch with the B.L. and they now have some poppies to sell.
Re. poems - I heard this on the Archers and looked it up. By Major Malcolm Boyd who was killed on D-Day. It begins:-
If I should never see the moon again
Rising, red gold, above the harvest fields....
Really very worthwhile reading.
The French were always very accepting about us attending the war memorial with them and sharing their Remembrance - they very happily let us lay a few poppies amongst their tributes. I put the local shop in touch with the B.L. and they now have some poppies to sell.
Re. poems - I heard this on the Archers and looked it up. By Major Malcolm Boyd who was killed on D-Day. It begins:-
If I should never see the moon again
Rising, red gold, above the harvest fields....
Really very worthwhile reading.