Our Campout

No greater love was ever born

Than on that starlit night

I took my small son’s hand in mine

As we stared into the sky…

After a full day spent in laughter and play

With adventure and learning as our quest

I tucked him in

Surrounded by friends

Each who had done his very best…

To surround each other cheerfully

As they helped and encouraged one another

In service, in duty, in exploring, and in fun

Sharing with those they call “brothers.”