The Scoutmaster, by Edgar A. Guest
The Scoutmaster: a fitting tribute, penned by Edgar A. Guest
There isn’t any pay for you,
You serve without reward,
The boys who tramp the fields with you
But little could afford.
And yet your pay is richer far
Than those who toil for gold,
For in a dozen different ways
Your service shall be told.
You’ll read it in the faces of
A troop of growing boys,
You’ll read it in the pleasure of
A dozen manly joys.
And down the distant future,
You’ll surely read it then,
Emblazoned through the service
Of a band of loyal men.
Five years of willing labor,
And of brothering a troop,
Five years of trudging highways
With the holler and the whoop.
Five years of campfires burning,
Not alone for pleasure’s sake,
But the future generation
Which the boys are soon to make.
They have no gold to give you,
But when age comes on to you,
They’ll give you back the splendid things
You taught them how to do.
They’ll give you rich contentment
And a thrill of honest pride,
And you’ll see your nation prosper
And you’ll be all be satisfied.
Click here to return to the Uplifting Stories Menu page
Click here to return to the Scriptural Jokes Menu page
Click here to return to the Main Menu page