The Quiet Legacy of a Scouter
Today, we honor Alfred Reoch MBE. To those who knew him, Alfred was the embodiment of what it means to serve. In a world that often demands self-promotion, he chose a different path: the slow, faithful work of being present.
Living in Gibraltar, you realize that Scouting is a quiet pillar of the community. Alfred was the master of that “quiet dignity,” teaching us how to stand our ground with humour and grace. To every Scouter who has spent an evening at the lookout or a weekend mentoring the next generation, Alfred was a north star. He has “Gone Home,” but the resilience and courage he instilled in Gibraltar’s youth remain very much alive.
This poem is in his memory and all Gibraltar’s Scouters.
O God, whose love has held our steps
On ridge and harbour stone,
We thank you for the friends we knew
Who now have journeyed home.
They served with steadfast, cheerful hearts
Where Rock meets open sea;
They taught us how to stand our ground
With quiet dignity.
At Governor’s Lookout, still we feel
Their presence in the air;
In every trail they helped us walk,
Their guiding touch is there.
In levanter’s soft, enfolding cloud,
Their stories still remain;
Their laughter echoes through the caves
And down each winding lane.
By harbour lights their wake remains,
Their memory guides us still;
In every course of service done,
We follow where they will.
Though now beyond our mortal sight,
Their watch is not undone;
For in the lives they shaped with care,
Their legacy lives on.
So keep them, Lord, in peace and light,
Where weary souls are healed;
And grant that we may follow well
The promise they revealed.
Words copyright 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell.
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