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