PRAYERS & POEMS FOR SCOUTERS

Touching Shoulders
Unknown

This poem would be nice tribute to a leader who is leaving the pack.

There’s a comforting thought at the close of the day,

When I’m weary and lonely and sad,

That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart

And bids it be merry and glad.

It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues,

And finally thrills me through and through.

It is just a sweet memory that chants a refrain:

"I’m so glad I touched shoulders with you."

Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong?

Did you know there was someone leaning so hard?

Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed,

And was cheered by your simplest word?

Did you know that I longed for the smile on your face,

For the sound of your voice running true?

Did you know that I grew stronger and better because

I had merely touched shoulders with you?

I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive

For the place I know I must fill;

I am thankful for sorrows, I’ll meet with a grin

What fortunes may send, good or ill,

I may not have wealth, I may not be great,

But I know I shall always be true.

For I have in my life that courage you gave

When once I touched shoulders with you.

I Know Something Good About You!
Louis Shimon, Best Loved Poems of the American People, Doubleday, 1936

Wouldn't this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say,
"I know something good about you"
And then treat us just that way?

Wouldn't it be fine and dandy
If each handclasp warm and true
Carried with it this assurance,
"I know something good about you!"

Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If we praised the good we see,
For there's such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me.

Wouldn't it be nice to practice
That fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me?
I know something good about you!

Mike Bowman sent this to me

The Flag Of The United States!!!
Unknown

 

I Am the Flag of the pf America

I am the flag of the United States of America.

My name is Old Glory.

I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.

I stand watch in America's halls of justice.

I fly majestically over institutions of learning.

I stand guard with power in the world.

Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.

I stand for freedom.

I am confident.

I am arrogant.

I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners,

My head is a little higher,

My colors a little truer.

I bow to no one!

I am recognized all over the world.

I am worshipped - I am saluted.

I am loved - I am revered.

I am respected - and I am feared.

I have fought in every battle

of every war

for more then 200 years.

I was flown at Valley Forge,

Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox.

I was there at San Juan Hill,

the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest,

Anzio, Rome and the beaches of  Normandy.

Guam, Okinawa, Korea and

KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.

I was there.

I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn and tired,

But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.

I have been burned, torn and trampled on the

streets of countries I have helped set free.

It does not hurt for I am invincible.

I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and

trampled in the streets of my country.

And when it's done by those

Whom I've served in battle - it hurts.

But I shall overcome - for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth

and stood watch over the uncharted

frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.

I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.

But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn  into strips and used as bandages

for my wounded comrades on the  battlefield,

When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,

Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent

at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,

I am proud.