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Title: The Inquisitive Mind Of A Child Post by: thelodger on November 06, 2005, 10:51:22 AM 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 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 Title: Re: The Inquisitive Mind Of A Child Post by: Dewi_cool on November 06, 2005, 10:52:52 AM very nice :blonde:
Title: Re: The Inquisitive Mind Of A Child Post by: charmaine on November 06, 2005, 11:16:56 AM WE were in Tescos Friday and an old fella was selling poppies , me and my 3 yr old stoppped to donate and Harry recieved a poppy.
He wanted to know why we were giving money and i tried to explain the best way i could to my inquisitive 3 yr old , i want him to know the soldiers who died for what they believed in , and a great granfather who fought in the war . :) Title: Re: The Inquisitive Mind Of A Child Post by: ifm on November 06, 2005, 12:54:22 PM brought a lump to my throat
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