The inquisitive mind of a child

Discussion in 'Off-Topic Chat' started by JessopSmythe, Nov 10, 2006.

  1. JessopSmythe

    JessopSmythe Active Member

    Pontyclun, South Wales
    I think I may have posted this in the past but it's one that gets me every time I hear it read. Particularly with everything going on here, Afganistan, Iraq etc the last line is the one.

    "The inquisitive mind of a child"
    [​IMG]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.
    [​IMG]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.

  2. bigmamabadger

    bigmamabadger Active Member

    Schloss Dachstein
    Mention is often made of the fact that there has been no war in Europe for 60 years. (For this purpose it must be assumed that former Yugoslavia is not in Europe...)
    British forces have been in combat almost continously since the 1950s. The world didn't forget, it never remembered.
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