Freemason PIN poem

PIN - Submitted to the Grand Lodge of California Video Contest by Bro. Artur Babayan is a visual representation of a poem that describes Freemasonry. In our lodge, this poem is recited by a Master Mason when presenting the MM pin to a newly raised master mason. The story takes place in the 1880's in Southern Texas, when a mother and father greet their son, coming home from active duty. PIN Poem Well, well, well, here's our son Bob, come back home again. And see mother he's a wearin' a brand new Masons pin. There's the square and the compass and that mystic letter "G"... So youall's Master Mason since you got your third degree. And you're going to take the Chapter, the Consistory and the Shrine, and wear the crescent, the Cymeter and the fez. Well now, that's mighty fine. You say that a Shriner's pin will help you on in life. Well maybe it will son, but when your Ma became my wife, she told me she wasn't marryin' me because of no pin, no sir! She said, it was on account of the Masonry within. Mother, would you all mind steppin' out, there's one or two things in the blue lodge that Bob don't know about. Now Bob, I'm aimin' to help you get a real Masonic start. That there pin... Don't make you a Mason, it's got to be in your heart. Most all Mason's are good men son, but some are full of sin and the orniest critters of the whole darn bunch are them that just wear pins... they just wear them for business son, don't mean a thing to them. Their Masonry doesn't come from within. To some masonry's words is livin' fire. To others just and empty sound. You all know that in the sixties I served with the boys in gray, Made that death march with Picket on Gettysburgs final day. Sixteen thousand across that plain. We charged right o'er our comrades slain... Through a great hole in the wall, straight for a man in blue I bore. A huge rock from that wall he tore... to dash out my brains... but ere it fell... He saw a pin we both loved well. And in that battle's roar and din, I heard him say... "pass on my brother, pass in". So wear your pin son... But wear it with pride, let it stand for your Masonry inside and when you hear the Great Architect callin' that final time, and you and your brethren are standing in line, remember, the Tyler, won't let you in, because of the size or cost of your pin.