"My Old Red Fez" Shriners Poem 18x24 Framed Print
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Make a statement in any room with this framed poster, printed on thick, durable, matte paper. The matte black frame that's made from wood from renewable forests adds an extra touch of class.
• Alder, semi-hardwood frame
• Black .75” thick frame
• Acrylite front protector
• Lightweight
• Hanging hardware included
POEM TEXT:
My Old Red Fez My old red fez has faded a bit; Yet every time I look at it I view the past thro' memory's door Scenes that will come again, no more. Voices and faces of yesteryear Thro' the magic of the old red fez appear To remind me of joys that once were mine, And happy days with the Mystic Shrine. My old red fez has faded a bit; But that hasn't dimmed my love for it, For into that bit of old head gear Is woven the friendships of many a year; It knows the touch of friendly hand, And symbolizes, ---you understand, The things that are so good and fine In our beloved Mystic Shrine. My old red fez has faded a bit; But still I'm mighty proud of it, Proud of the things for which it stands The loyal hearts and willing hands, Ready always to do their best To meet with courage every test; Proud of the memories that are mine Of the noble men of the Mystic Shrine. My old red fez has faded a bit; And someday I'll take leave of it, But not without a friendly smile, For it's been mine a long, long while, And if allowed in some future state On earth's affairs to meditate Happiness will indeed by mine As off' I think of the Mystic Shrine. Here's to the red fez and the men whom have worn it; May love and loyalty ever adorn it; May the sun of good fellowship eternally shine In the hearts of the men of the Mystic Shrine.
• Alder, semi-hardwood frame
• Black .75” thick frame
• Acrylite front protector
• Lightweight
• Hanging hardware included
POEM TEXT:
My Old Red Fez My old red fez has faded a bit; Yet every time I look at it I view the past thro' memory's door Scenes that will come again, no more. Voices and faces of yesteryear Thro' the magic of the old red fez appear To remind me of joys that once were mine, And happy days with the Mystic Shrine. My old red fez has faded a bit; But that hasn't dimmed my love for it, For into that bit of old head gear Is woven the friendships of many a year; It knows the touch of friendly hand, And symbolizes, ---you understand, The things that are so good and fine In our beloved Mystic Shrine. My old red fez has faded a bit; But still I'm mighty proud of it, Proud of the things for which it stands The loyal hearts and willing hands, Ready always to do their best To meet with courage every test; Proud of the memories that are mine Of the noble men of the Mystic Shrine. My old red fez has faded a bit; And someday I'll take leave of it, But not without a friendly smile, For it's been mine a long, long while, And if allowed in some future state On earth's affairs to meditate Happiness will indeed by mine As off' I think of the Mystic Shrine. Here's to the red fez and the men whom have worn it; May love and loyalty ever adorn it; May the sun of good fellowship eternally shine In the hearts of the men of the Mystic Shrine.