A Scouter’s Golden Opportunity

A Scouter’s Golden Opportunity

I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day.
And as I pressed it, still
It bent and yielded to my will.

I came again when day was past
That bit of clay was hard at last;
My early impress still it bore
And I could change its form no more.

You take a piece of living clay
And gently form it day by day;
Molding with your power and art
A young boy’s soft and yielding heart.

You come again when days are gone,
It is a man you look upon;
Your early impress still he bore,
And you could change him never more.

You are dealing with a boy
That must be guided unaware;
Must be shown, but oh so gently,
How to live both true and square.

Pins and badges aren’t our aim,
Character building is our goal;
Do not lose your courage now,
For you are piloting a soul.

Judy Yeager NT District Training Chair, HOAC

VIA Frank Maynard