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Thunderbird District
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AN EAGLE SCOUT
A fond mother watches her boy where he stands Apart from his comrades tonight, As they place on his camp-battered tunic a badge. An Eagle, the emblem of right. It seems just a few short months have passed Since he joined with the youngster next door. How proud he was then of his Tenderfoot Pin As he told her the message it bore. But the years have gone by as he struggled along, To learn what the Scout Law's about; He practiced them daily, the Oath and the Law, Until now he's an Eagle Scout. You may smile in your worldly old wisdom at this, And say, "Why it's only a pin." But I tell you no honors he'll gain as a man Will mean as much to him. The red, white and blue of the ribbon you see Are the symbols of honor and truth. He has learned how to value these fine attributes In the glorious days of youth. And the outflinging wings of the Eagle that rests On the breast of this knight of today, Are the things which will lift him above petty deeds And guide him along the right way. Yes, it's only a pin, just an Eagle Scout Badge, But the heart that's beneath it beats true And will throb to the last for the things which are good, A lesson for me - - - and for you. A lesson for me - - - and for you. |