A boy called Lane

A little country boy born in October 1963

In a place called Lapoint Utah

A boy for saddle bronc rider Clyde and mum Elsie.

Destined for a life riding bulls full of might

His mumhoped he would out grow this rodeo

thing Put an end to all of her frights.

But his love of bull riding would just never ware

HE burned with the desire to succeed.

To make it to the big time

It yearned inside him

like a neverending need.

As success surrounded

him throughtime he

never forgot where it

all started.

Nor did he forget the people

who helped him along the

way.

From his past he never

parted

Never once was he too

busy to talk to a fan

Or offer some bright-eyed

kids tips.

Show him how to strap

his hand in right

Or how to hold on when

he bucks and dips.

He even beat the mighty

" Red Rock"

The best bull in the game

No one could ride this mean one

Until this young cowboy came.

All the crowds in every town

loved to cheer his name

Marvelled at his surperb rides

To his family though he was

just lane.

All of them were left

heartbroken

When they heard what

happened in Cheyenne .

A young man cut down

in his prime

Another like him there

would never be again.

How could this happen

to someone so full of life

Doing the things he loved

so dear.

To lose some so special

to everyone

Nothing could stop the

outpour of tears.

He lives on in our hearts

and souls

Tuff rode on for him even

gave his son his name.

His memory will live

on forever

Still life without him

will never be the same .

To this day he is

terribly missed by his family.... friends

and wife.

A boy called Lane

A champion in the arena

A champion in life.