Poems for Scouting

Some poems on my experinces in the Scouting movement

At Amberley Station

The acout group that I'm part of does a lot of hiking. We often seem to end up back at Amberley station waiting for our train home. This poem was written after a particularly wet and muddy hike.

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...