A Poem for my Five-Year-Old Grandson

Cowboy Logan
Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy Birthday Logan! I can’t believe you are five years old today.
Here's a poem I wrote just for you. I love you very much.

 When Cowboy Logan straps on his gun and yanks his hat down tight
You can be darn right sure, his mighty girth is an awful scary sight
Cause bad guys might be lurking in your backyard late at night
So Logan keeps his weapon cocked and turns on his flashlight


Cowboy Logan scales tall mountains covered in three feet of snow

Then takes a breather on his bear rug when the lights are low
For Logan knows that mighty arrows need the strongest bow
To launch good men into the world where ever they need to go

So cowboy Logan eats his broccoli and his spinach and his peas
Because he knows that fearless men can’t live a life of ease
He must be strong and valiant to find life’s important keys
For brave men can’t just live any old way they please.


Cowboy Logan takes his fears and stabs them in the night
With glowing swords and fearless heart he brings in days new light
For brave men know that living square is doing what is right
And never letting darkness block their brilliant sight

 Cowboy Logan has a grand place in the rodeo in the sky
Where all bucking broncos salute as they pass each other by
For Logan is a good lad and you never need wonder why

“Logan is our hero!” is what his family yells with voices high. 


arianne said...

It's perfect! He's going to love hearing you read it in person.

shirlgirl said...

Great poem, and Happy 5th Birthday, Logan.