JAXSON IS HIS NAME

He is two years old now,
And walking and running every where,
Some times he stumbles and falls down,
But he gets right up, he dosn't care.

Yeah, He gets right up
He doesn't even cry,
He has two big brothers,
What ever they do, he will try.

On his little short but muscular legs.
It's brings a smile to watch him run around,
And it's surprising how much
Real estate he covers on the ground

One day I saw him, by his
Mother being carried,
I said, "Hi Jaxson! How are you?
And with his cute little smile
I think he jabberd "Jerry"
  Yeah! I really think he did!
     - From Jerry Howarth's
        Book of Poetry