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If you have ever received any e-mail from Fergy you will remember the great attachments he sends.
The latest is a pair of eyeballs. Always gives me a chuckle. Fergy forwards this limerick:
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Three Men From Tyre
- There were three men from Tyre,
- To be Master Masons conspired
- No answer he gave,
- As went to his grave;
- They received "not" what they most desired.
This piece was submitted by Brother William Ferguson who is the current Senior Warden of
Hale Lodge #518 of Hale, MI. If you ever get any E-mail from Brother Ferguson he attaches an image and
the wish of the day -"I wish you health, wealth, and that the Force will always be with you"
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Master Mason
- I am a Master Mason,
- I wear my apron proud.
- I walk with body so erect,
- my head could reach a cloud,
- I'm glad I had the courage
- to travel all three degrees,
- And at the end of the journey,
- a Master Mason I would be.
- I took an obligation
- to stand true and tall,
- To answer to a brother
- should he ever call.
- Should a brother's widow
- need a helping hand
- I promised to be there
- and do what e'er I can.
- When I travel far away,
- even a foreign land
- I'll find a brother standing tall
- with friendship in his hand.
- So I'm a Master Mason,
- a little proud no doubt;
- The praises of the craft,
- you'll hear me sing and shout!
Brother Ferguson writes: This is one I penned after
looking at the square & compasses laying on our [Lodge] Bible.
They were dull and dingy. I took them home, cleaned them up,
and they turned out to be covered with beautiful engravings.
So I wrote this poem.
Square and Compasses
- As I look down upon the Bible,
- At the square and the compasses there,
- They told a story of duty
- And all the degrees they shared.
- Time had taken its toll on them,
- Their luster was all but spent.
- Many a hand had moved them,
- For the message that they sent.
- I shook my head in silence,
- Some 80 years they gave.
- Time for them to be retired,
- And pass on to their grave.
- To my surprise when I got them home
- They seemed to say, "We're waiting."
- "Okay," said I, "if that's what you want."
- So without any hesitating:
- Some elbow grease I did apply,
- Soon they started shining.
- Delicate engravings there,
- And on them both entwining.
- That lovely square and compasses
- Again on our Bible lays;
- And 80 more years of brotherhood
- Shall shine though their silver rays.
Oct. 2007
William C. Ferguson
P.M., Hale #518
Hale, MI
Brother Fergy's personal poetry site is at
Rhyme Is The Reason.