The Poppy Appeal in Ramsey & District
The inquisitive mind of a Child
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in the 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 have 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 so black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men that never came back.
Buy 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.
WASH YOUR HAND REGULARLY and FOLLOW GOVERNMENT GUIDELINES TO KEEP SAFE.