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Comments From Some Of Our Recent Customers |
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“Well worth the price and stunningly beautiful.....thank you so much.” Joan M., Clovis, CA "Received four days after payment, beautiful print and frame. We hung the free print on our family picture wall....print nicer than described.” Sylvia R., Grass Valley, CA "The print was the perfect gift and a real hit at our son’s Eagle Court of Honor. ” Gale S., Jefferson, MA "The poem -This Uniformed Little Boy- brought tears to almost all at our son’s Eagle Court of Honor, thanks for this wonderful offering.” Arlene F., Lawrenceville, GA “We’re so glad that we found your web site! Your Eagle Scout print arrived today and is gorgeous, thanks again.” John W., San Antonio, TX “Absolutely beautiful! We hung the print on our wall, surrounded by pictures of our Eagle sons.” Cathie F., Salt Lake City, UT “We were thrilled with the print, but most importantly, the service that we received was outstanding.” John F., Eaton Rapids, MI “Your framed print was admired by all who attended our son’s Eagle Court of Honor. Thank you for providing my wife and I the opportunity to offer our son a special memento of a wonderful achievement.” Gerry E., Newton Square, PA
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This Uniformed Little Boy |
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It seems like only yesterday, his eyes were lit with joy, |
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As we watched with admiration, this uniformed little boy. |
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Campouts, picnics, pinewood cars, the years slipped quickly by, |
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The colors changed from blue to green, in the twinkling of an eye. |
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Soon came ranks of Tenderfoot, Second, First, and Star, |
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Each leading toward that final quest, once visioned from afar. |
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And then the rank of Life, and as life can often do, |
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The goal so close within his grasp, was dimming from his view. |
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Yet from within he found the strength to reach that final quest, |
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Remembering words from years gone by: I Will Do My Best. |
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It seems like only yesterday, his eyes were lit with joy, |
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As we watched with admiration, this uniformed little boy. |
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Now with an eagle upon his chest, he soars where once he ran, |
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No longer that uniformed little boy; our Son....An Eagle....A Man. |
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Mike Wood |
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