Best Scout Poems
Dresses, bows, make-up, this is who
I am not, don’t put me
In a dress
I’ll give you an insight of my life, I have a neighbor who
We call Boo
My brother Jem, who is older
Believes he is bolder
Atticus we call him, never dad
He never says we couldn’t, but I don’t want him to get mad
There is a boy name Dill
He comes every summer, to his aunts
He can be a bit of a pill
Together we act like mice
Sneaking around
But a price
We have to pay
To see another day
When I was a young lad
I was a boy scout
We went once a month
On a camping trip
With our father
Coming along.
Once we went
On a camping trip
Along Stinson beach
In Marin County.
We had a campfire
On the beach
A real bonfire
Welcomed
In the chilly night air
Fond memories
Of being a boy scout
50 years later.
I am proud
That I was a boy scout
In some quarters
In the hyper-liberal bay area,
Of the late 60s and 70s
Boy scouts were denounced
As being nothing
But training camps
For the fascist overlords
Of the universe.
But I disagree
And am glad
I was a boy scout.
Always regrated
Never becoming
An eagle scouts.
The Scout
Perched upon the hill;
Alert in all his senses.
Awaiting for approach of dangers;
Protector of his peoples.
A warrior like none other;
One that knows pure self control.
Master of solitude;
Listener of all things.
Awake! Alive!;
This loyal one is.
Dedicated to his tribe;
Keeper of life.
Always ready to spring to action;
Always willing to sit and wait.
Never abandoning his post;
Fighter for his cause.
Warrior Scout:
Leads the way.
Watching the signs;
Follower of his instincts.
Darlene Doll Smith
A tenderhearted lad from Schenectady
Gave his elbow to an elderly lady
Helping her across the street,
While never missing a beat
Leaves her happy in a better spot shady.
Written May 18, 2022
Scout Memories
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016
I’ve marched behind the pipes and drums, when I was just a boy
down Hyde Road and Gorton Lane, filled with pride and joy
the bagpipes loudly playing, with a stirring marching sound
and the banners proudly streaming, as we marched around our town
It was the Whit Week marches, we had them every year
crowds would line the pavement, and give a rousing cheer
as we marched by, not quite in step, but doing best we could
and mam would yell out “come on Rob” and the feeling would be good
And then there were the Church Parades, on early Sunday morning
uniform all clean and ironed, don’t fall asleep the warning
carry the flag, down the aisle, a friend on either side
and leave it at the altar, with care, and youthful pride
The main things I remember, about that magic day
I know the flag was heavy, and the walk was a long way
then you had to stand there, hymns were sung, and bells would peal
then home to cheese and bacon, our Sunday morning meal.
I remember waking up
To the sudden sense of fear
My camping bag was packed
I could sense what was near
The 3 hour drive
Was a bit of drag
Where I would spend 5 nights
Saluting the flag
I was nervous at first
Didn’t think it was fair
But then I realized
I was under their care
And I felt safe
It was a rainy thursday when we rode a jeepney
We saw a boy scout seating in front of me
He was very cute and chubby
Wearing his boy scout attire incompletely
He was a kid who looks innocently
His blue bag was on his back while he was seating chilly
He observes everything silently
With his stunning Utopian round eyes that opens widely
His color was not too dark and not too lightly
His round face was created symmetrically
The angle of his nose is on a nice degree
His pinkish lips fits on his face perfectly
His haircut follows school rules correctly
And he wears himself neatly,
He catches our attention so easily
Thus me and my friend was amused constantly.
Until we reached our trips extremity
We are shock cause we and the boy scout has a destination equality
So he go out first and we follow intentionally
For we want to see him until we depart totally
As he go down out of the jeepney,
We saw him going on a right direction precisely
But just after him, we go down out of the jeepney
Yet in a span of a second we didn't see him anymore, he was gone unknowingly
We look in all directions fast and carefully
But our senses failed to track the scout: we didn't saw him and we didn't heard any noise from a running boy, he disappeared totally!
The right direction was part of a street and it was blocked so if he go there we must see him in reality
We are thinking all the what if's logically
But after all we cannot decline impossibility
What we experience is truly extraordinary
The boy scout transcended our fast eyes, does he teleported and gone swiftly? is he a time traveler? or we are just played by our own fantasy?
My mysterious life in these elusive underwater surroundings
Keeps my clan of beings alert and cautious of vigilant threats.
As I travel ahead of the others in search of sonar echo soundings
My large companions shelter me from danger and unforeseen duress.
Our ability to communicate is both charmed and miraculous
But somehow natural yet strangely foreign at the same time.
We share a methodically linked core of something fabulous
As we couple our lives so differently in these waters of prime.
Keeping my species alive is an ultimate challenge of sacrifice
I skewer large specimens to first feed the females and young.
Danger approaches attempting to devour on it's own appetite
I must lure the forthcoming away by devising a disturbing flung.
The jaws of the shark opens and then bites, barely missing my tail
My humpback ally heroically aids to accommodate the safety of my kind.
We rapidly scurry to our refuge in the deeper depths below without fail
Once again I scout onward to assure our lives of existence intertwined.
Contest~~Personify Any Animal of Your Choosing~~
There once was a girl scout named Daisy
She was just a little bit crazy
She ate magnets for lunch
They went down in a bunch
Luckily she was not at all lazy
I cry at Chain Bridge
in my third year as a tenderfoot.
It's the same thing,
when father takes his time
showing up and the earth
gapes all the way to chaos.
It's when the money runs out
and the business fails.
The scouts all laugh
as they stand near their
neat packs with all their
plans piled beside them.
I am 13 in the dangerous
age of sissies.
I wonder what
the crying does.
Japanese Scout 1942
Oh yer poncing on Kokoda and you see a little Jap,
Like a Rabbit with the Myxo, he dunno where he's at,
So he plonks at you with bullets, per Arisaka gun,
5 shots an he's on empty, now will come the fun,
Bandy legs come staggering, forward at the trot,
His bayonet fixed to score you, the bayonet fighting slot,
So play fair and bayonet fight with old Tom-Tit,
Parry and a butt slap, till death does do it's bit,
Another for the Pigs to eat,
When all are left to rot,
Of jaw bones there were many,
From the Japanese, a lot,
The first to see the other,
Got first shot, 20 yards away,
Another death another,
And the sadness came to stay,
So you never stopped a watching,
In the jungle clearings green,
Let your guard down, bullets costing
Blood n guts, it was obscene,
On the booze and home again,
Keep them white coat guys away,
no leccy shocks to keep me sane,
Behind the green fence isn’t, aint, ok,
Cos it's not, behind the fence of green,
Where I have bloody been,
2 never, never, never bloody stay….
Don Johnson
Stuck in forest
Climb, feel breeze!
Scout where to go
If stuck may not know!
Sink into despair?
Connect with those who care!
Blaze the way
Peace someday!
I love girl scout cookies!
Whew! I’m glad I got that off my chest.
Personally I think that trefoils and tagalongs are the best
I love the taste of shortbread and that peanut butter crunch BUT
in a pinch I’ll eat a thin mint…or that one with coconut.
And even though the increase in price sometimes makes me pause
I gladly hand over the money…
after all…it goes to a good cause.
This year they added a new flavor destined to make me fat
They put lemon glaze on the shortbread…OMG…Imagine that!
Each Lemon Up cookie has an intention…a mission
an ambition…a lofty goal
Each one is imprinted with a message
to be imprinted on my soul.
They tell me I’m a leader…I’m a risk taker
unlike the trefoil or tagalong…
that I’m an innovator
a go getter
they tell me I am strong…
Which is why when I took out my first lemon up
I was taken aback…appalled
When I read the message on my cookie
and it told me…I am bald.
“Although it’s true, what an odd message to put on a cookie.” I said to Deborah
She smiled and said, “Jim…you’re getting old
your cookie doesn’t say I am bald
your cookie says, I am bold.”
“Well that makes more sense.” I laughed
as I boldly ate my cookie…
every bite
hoping next year they’ll add one with carrots
to help improve my sight.
fresh and aromatic were her newest flowers
miniature daisy stamens within daisies
in ombre' too, fascinatingly innocent
no wonder you are the favorite flower of girl scouts
and Juliette Low
Overwhelmed rover
Yet I am not anywhere
Some days will be there
Though I am somewhere
Fighting thorns to discover
That thrones be conquer