A Bridge to Build

An old man traveling a long highway,
Came at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The raging fast stream held no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span that tide, that raging stream.

"Old man," cried a fellow pilgrim near,
"You're wasting your time in building here.
"Your journey will end with the closing day;
"You never again come this way.
"You have crossed this wide and raging stream
"Why build you this bridge at all?"

The builder lifted his old gray head;
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said.
"There follows me after today,
"A youth whose path is here and must pass this way.
"This fast running stream which has not bothered me,
"To that fair-haired youth may a danger be;
"He, too, must cross in the dimness of dusk:
"Good friend, I am building this bridge for him,
And all other fellows whom may cross this way."

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Remember as a Boy Scout you live by the Motto and the Scout Law and in those words
you build bridges to help others. Never forget that.