THE INQUISITIVE MIND OF A CHILD.

[Observer_1938]

THE INQUISITIVE MIND OF A CHILD



        Why are they selling poppies,mummy?
         
        Selling poppies in town today,

        The poppies,child,are the 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 poppies grow.

        But why are the poppies so red,mummy?

        Why are the poppies so red?

        Red is the colour of blood,my child,

        The blood 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






NOTE...........this moving poem was unearthed from the archives of the Royal British Legion.




Lest We Forget.

[Crusty]

Thanks for that Observer. Haven't seen that one for a long time. It says it all really.

[Collo]

Great Post mate., really good job.