The Little Boy and the Poppy
A little boy with tousled hair
And a drop-let on his nose
To put a coin in the poppy tray
I believe he stood on his toes
He slowly took a poppy
And pinned it upon his coat
As I watched that little boy
A lump came in my throat
His mom and dad maybe told him
That his Pop fought in the war
And I saw the gift of freedom
In that little boy and his bright
Red poppy, he proudly wore.
© Kenny Bungay Jr.
Fortune Teller
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