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Logan Lane 
What's in a name
Strong hands 
With a gentle spirit 
Intuition runs deep 
And if a heart breaks 
He will be the first to hear it 
Quick and willing to help 
So giving of himself 
And he is also quite fearless 
Wise beyond his years 
With plenty of peers
If you cross him 
He can become quite fierce 
An excellent hunter 
On target sharp shooter
And a fisherman with much experience 
A farmers green thumb
Planting peas by the row
Resistant of  the hot sun
Which would send some delirious 
The apple of his mother's eye
She sings out a a prideful cry
As she stands behind 
And cheers him



This is a poem I wrote for my youngest son who is also my best friend. 
 Thank you son for being the fine young man that you are. I love you so very much. And I am quite proud of the decisions you make on your own. :)