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Hemet San Jacinto Lodge Fostering our Masonic values in our community

The Lambskin Apron

The Lambskin Apron

It is not ornamental, the cost is not so great,
There are other things far more useful, yet truly here I do state:
Though of all my possessions, there’s none which can compare,
With that white leathern apron, which all Freemasons wear.

As a lad I wondered just what it all meant,
When Dad hustled around, and so much time was spent,
On shaving and dressing and looking just right,
Until Mother would say: “There’s a Lodge meeting tonight.”

And some winter nights she said: “What makes you go
Way up there tonight through the sleet and the snow?
You see the same things every month of the year.”
Then Dad would reply: “Yes, I know, my Dear.”

“Forty years I have seen the same things, it is true.
And, though they are old, they always seem so new.
For the hands that I clasp, and the friends that I greet,
Seem a little bit closer each and every time we meet.”

Years later I stood at that very same door,
With good men and true who had entered before.
I knelt at the altar, and there I was taught
That Virtue and Honor can never be bought.

That the spotless white lambskin that all Freemasons revere,
If worthily worn grows more precious each year.
That Service to others brings blessings untold;
That without it man may be poor even when surrounded by gold.

I learned that True Brotherhood flourishes there,
That enmities fade beneath the Compass and Square,
That wealth and position are all thrust aside,
As there on the Level Brethren meet and peacefully abide.

So Honor the lambskin, may it always remain
Forever unblemished, and free from all stain.
And when we are called to the Great Father’s love,
May we all take our place in the Celestial Lodge up above.

*** Author unknown ***
Submitted by P.M. Tommy Knight


A Real Mason


Courtesy of Rising Sun Lodge 151 - Japan
Poem by Brother Frank F. Baer

My Brother, Masonry means more

Than just to wear a pin,

Or carrying a dues receipt

So the lodge will let you in.

You wear an emblem on your coat,

And on your hand a ring.

But if your not sincere at heart

This doesn’t mean a thing.

It’s just an outward sign to show

The world that you belong

To this Fraternal Brotherhood

That teaches right from wrong.

What really counts lies buried deep

Within the human breast;

Masonic teaching brings it out

And puts it to the test.

If you can do outside the Lodge

The things you learn within,

Be just and upright to yourself

And to your fellow men;

Console a Brother when he’s sick,

Or help him when in need

Without a thought of a reward

For any act or deed.

Conduct yourself in such a way

The world without can see

None but the best can meet the test

Laid down by Masonry

Respect and live up to your trust

And do the best you can;

Then you can tell the world you are

A Mason and a Man!


Those men who wear those Mason Rings

Those Men Who Wear Those Mason Rings


Those men who help my dad each day,
They wear those mason rings.
A Square and Compass set in gold,
The praise of which I sing.

My dad, he hurt his back you know,
One cold and wintery day.
He slipped and fell upon the ice,
The insurance would not pay.

And since that time those rings I see,
On hands that help us much.
With mowing lawns and hauling trash,
Each day my heart they touch.

They even built a house for me,
Amid our backyard tree.
Where all the neighbor kids,
Would play with laughter full of glee.

My mom she cried from happiness,
The time the Masons came.
To aid our family in distress,
Without a thought of gain.

And when I’m big, just like my dad,
Of this it must be told.
I want to wear a ring like his,
A Square and Compass gold.

Long years have passed since when
My dad was in that plaster cast.
And since I swore that Solemn Oath,
Which unites us to the last.

But more than that I’m proud to say,
I wear his Mason ring.
The one dad wore for many years,
Until his death this Spring.

And one last time his comrades came,
To aid my weeping mother.
They praised and bid a fond farewell,
To our fallen Brother.

And after which MY son did ask,
About their Aprons white.
And of the rings upon their hands.
Of gold so shiny bright.

With tearful eyes I said with pride,
They’re men of spirit pure.
Those men who wear those Mason rings,
Of that you can be sure.

And before he went to bed that night,
The family he foretold.
Someday I’ll wear a ring like dad’s,
A Square and Compass gold.

*** Poem by Michael R. Strampe ***
Submitted by P.M. Tommy Knight