THE UNIFORMED LITTLE BOY
It seems like only yesterday , his eyes were lit with joy ,
As we watched with admiration , this uniformed little boy ,
Campouts , picnics , pinewood cars , the years slipped quickly by ,
The colors changed from blue to green , in the twinkling of an eye .
Soon came the rank of Tenderfoot , Second , First , and Star ,
Each leading toward that final quest , once visioned from afar ,
And then the rank of Life , and as life can often do ,
The goal so close within his grasp , was dimmining from his view ,
Yet from within he found the strength to reach that fina quest ,
Remembering words from years gone by ; I WILL DO MY BEST .
It seems like only yesterday , his eyes were lit with joy ,
As we watched with admiration , this uniformed little boy ,
Now with an eagle upon his chest , he soars , where once he ran ,
No longer that uniformed little boy ; our Son .... an Eagle.... a Man ,
Mike Wood