The Scoutmaster

The Scoutmaster
Edgar R. 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 will surely read it then,
Emblazoned thru 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 Indian cry and 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 the nation prosper, and you'll all be satisfied.

Indeed, time invested into scouting will never bring about monetary returns. The journey of scoutmastership is never easy but it is definitely a fulfilling path to trek on. It is the belief that I am able to make a difference in someone else’s life that keep me in the movement.

However, I don’t know how much longer will I be able to contribute to the movement but for the time I am in, you will definitely expect a 101% from me. =)

Yours in Scouting,
Crazy Spinner