Memories of
Scouting
Remember the feel of the
canvas
Cold, rough & wet on the
cheek
Remember the feel of the
sunshine
The rushing and splashing of
feet
Remember the sound of the
laughter
The wind in the pines by the
shore
Remember the sound of the
axe fall
The rain on the flap of the
door
Remember the smell of the
wood smoke
The ash, the hazel, the
beech
Remember the smell of the
bacon
The aroma of the other guys
feet
Remember the sights in the
morning
The mists lying low on the
field
Remember the glow in the
embers
The gadgets, the bridges
they build
Remember the taste of the
cocoa
Bitter yet sweet and
strong
Remember the taste of the
Scouting
Think well of the years that
have gone
Memories of Scouting
By Ron Blundell Nov 2000