Today I dedicate this acrostic poem to the many volunteers and youth who are associated with the scouting movement. Whether you are an adult, young man or woman, God bless you on your journey; true and straight like the arrow towards the eagle flying above on that golden horizon high above the mountain tops.
The uniform I wear
Hides only my skin
Entirely from cold and wind
Under no guise of pretension or sin
Never yielding to the voices of ignorance
Infinitely reaching out for adventure and knowledge
Forgetting only the negative
Onward striving toward the positive
Removing obstacles in my path
Moving mountains with my prayers
Inspired by those who set a higher standard
Watchful for opportunities to grow
Engaged with my brothers and sisters who care
Attentive to the needs of others and my community
Rare and precious indeed is the uniform I wear.
-D.A. Wittler
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