You Ask Me                                       

You ask me what it's all about
Why turn a boy into a Scout?
To take some boy, so young and frail,
And start him up the Cub Scout Trail.

From Bobcat, to Tiger, Wolf, and on to Bear,
With all those awards and arrow points share.
Through to Webelos and then on to Scouts,
Giving Guidance through his problems,
Fears and doubts.

And on through school and into life he'll trod.
With respect and love for his fellow man and God.
To watch him grow so tall and free,
'Til one day a leader, he too, will be.

And then, he too, just like you and me,
Will take another boy so small and wee.
And will teach that boy, With pride and joy,
To grow in love and kindness and to be a Scout.
Yes, Yes!  That's what tonight is all about!

Tribute To A Volunteer

The more you give, the more you get,
The more you laugh, the less you fret.
The more you do unselfishly,
The more you live abundantly.
The more of everything you share,
The more you find that others care.
The more you love, the more you'll find,
That life is good and friends are kind.
For only what we give away,
Enriches us from day to day.

Robin Mallow

A Scout Prayer

O God of the mountains and valleys, 

         Of the forest, meadows and plains.

Be our guide as we walk

         Together the trail of life.

And may your love, made known to

         us in the stories of our faith,

Be known to others through

         The words and deeds of our lives.

This day and always.   AMEN.

Thoughts For A Scouter

Being a Scouter is a treasure
That one can never compare
To dollars, gold, or silver,
And other material fare.

No, the wealth of which I am speaking
Comes from a purer source of joy,
It's a being of God's own making
That we often call a "boy."

He's an active little fireball
Well-known by one and all,
I have the chance to be with him
Each week down at the hall.
He knows not of the cynics
And the skeptics of our day,
The whole world is his wonderland
And he invites us out to play.

When I'm with this lad at Cub camp
And he wonders at a tree,
I feel my inner wonderment
Come flowing out of me.

Under mountains, in the twilight,
Looking at the heavens above,
I know why I'm a Scouter,
I'm a Scouter out of love.

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