Thursday, November 11, 2010

Lest We Forget



The Inquisitive Mind Of A Child



- Author Unknown -


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 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 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.



Remembrance Day, November 11


To learn more about the meaning of the Poppy and Remembrance Day visit the Australian Government Culture Portal and War Memorials of Western Australia.



Truly,

Lest We Forget.


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