Lest We Forget

Please remember to put on a poppy and take the time to give thanks for your freedom.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

 Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Until next time…

Be safe, be prepared, and Remember!

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5 thoughts on “Lest We Forget

  1. Hey, Ken Working on a story/poem about an Ol’White Wolf adventure ; it’s a tale to be told to Beavers & Cubs at meetings. Hopefully , its the type of tale to encourage them to go further in scouting. Possible get them to be intrigued with that adventure! I was shock to hear from Jody the large fallout going into Scouts Tell me also , if it too long? PS, got to proof read, send it Monday. S4S Poppi

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  2. Ken, here’s that story for Beavers and Cubs, let have you email address so I don’t have to attach as a reply. Please let me know what changes you’d like . S4S Poppi

    …….. Here’s A Poppi Tale…….about…

    The Ol’White Wolf & the Boy Scout….

    Sure ,he had walked this vale before, Summer or winter,he knew his way, Even, as he pushed chest high snow, He’d find some prey . The wind protected him, when it did blow; Thick white winter fur helped hide him, you know.

    Sure he was older, but he’d learned a few tricks, Like don’t chase a Buck closely or you’ll get kicked! Stay down wind he thought , As he scented the air; his nose, ranged with care, It was still accurate, Much more than fair!

    But what he smelt was different; …quite rare, It’s human, he thought, out there in the brush. I’ve known that scent, it’s a man; I’ll go around and not be seen; if I can. His intentions were good, but not alway sound. There’s a man over there, Lying on the white ground , Wait a second, he thought, that’s a boy, And he’s got a big frown ;

    I wonder what’s wrong, what’s got him down? This day is done , wonder if he carries a gun?, Ol’White’s mind raced; he looks really cold He’ll need branches for a fire I’ll try not to scare him ,he looks pretty scared.

    The Ol’White gathered some boughs, Then showed himself. The Boy suddenly screamed; He had seen the Ol’White Wolf….

    …This Boy must think I’m mean… His nose really flared; Then the boy declared, …”I know you”, …As his teeth chattered, …”By now, I thought you’d passed… …You’re that Ol’White Wolf… …that slept near our campfire… …You’ve laid by my feet, when I was real young… …When I was still in Cubs. Now I’m a Scout!…

    For some reason the Boy Scout thought, That this wolf understood his talk, …”I’ve twisted my ankle… …and in this snow, I can’t stand…. …I can’t even walk… …and it’s getting so cold!… …I can’t gather wood”.

    The boys lips were now frosted, When he had noticed the branches piled at Ol’Whites’ feet, …”If you could push them over… …I’ll calm down”…The Scout said, …”I’ll build fire, and get warmer… …Please drag them over… …I’ll clear the ground… …I’m a Scout on a two night solo… …I even have food”.

    The young Scouts’ heart kept pounding, It began to race, hoping he hadn’t been rude. He still had faith, That the Ol’White Wolf would remember him, Remember his face..

    What Ol’White remembered, Was this Boy Scouts’ smell, Not the Scouts face, that had changed, As far as Ol’White could tell. He began to drag bits of branches over;

    The cold Scout began to build a base. Flames then began to lick higher, Warmth came with his fire! …”Here’s the grub, that I promised… …It has a nice taste”.

    The Scout tossed some cut bacon, From out of his pack; he was still shaking. The Ol’White Wolf gulped it ,as a quick snack; As the Boy Scout warmed his body, Ol’White moved over and laid by his side.

    He had remembered his odor, That you can’t hide! Even though this Cub was now older.

    The morning came soon; The sun began its rise, The trees dripped tears. Ol’White hadn’t slept, Hadn’t closed his eyes! And the Scout had dreamt dreams. Dreams without fears.

    Ol’White had warmed the Scout Throughout the cold night, The Scout yawned and open his eyes, And in the far distance, They both heard the sound of a sled! He looked at the injured Scout, and growled, And with one giant leap Ol’White fled, He never looked back. The Boy Scout watched as he bounded over the snow; Leaving large wolf tracks.

    What was that all about? The Ol’Boy must be afraid of ski-doos, The Scout thought, probably of hunters too. Now, what should I do? The fire has died.

    Seconds later a shot rang out! And then another! …”Oh, No! Noooo!”… The Boy Scout screamed aloud; His mind then wandered, -he had sad thoughts,

    Then….Ol’White bounded by, Like a huge white cloud. The snowmobile got louder and louder, And it came to a stop; As the young Scout looked up from his lair, The hunter got off. …”Are ya …okay ?…you over there… …Boy?…You could have been killed… …I just shot at a wolf,…it was coming your way… …Did you see it?”…

    …”I’m hurt sir, I need your help”… The Scout pointed at his swollen leg. Forgetting ‘the wolf’ the hunter helped the Scout, Getting him onto his snow machine He put his sack on his back, And then, they raced off on the sled! Not another word was said….

    Ol’White watched as they both sped away, It was then, that the Boy Scout quickly turned his head, And with his right arm raised up high, Brought three fingers up to his brow And saluted Ol’White . He knew, now, why the Ol’White Wolf Had began his run! He wasn’t afraid; He knew what the hunter would find! Or, was this Scout too cold! And out of his mind?

    For the Ol’White Wolf, There was nothing else to be done. He was tired, beat, because of his long run; The Scout was safe, out of harms way, Ol’White thought, he’ll be okay! …Now to find a nice bed!

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