Poems for Scouting

Some poems on my experinces in the Scouting movement

At Amberley Station

At Amberley station we’re waiting and waiting for a train that is due very soon, We missed the last one by seconds, and the waiting room beckons, And...

First Time at Beavers

The first time I took on the Beavers, I wondered “What have I done?” But I was stuck at the hut with them looking at me, and the session had already...