A Poem for my Five-Year-Old Grandson

Cowboy Logan
by
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.