My Heart’s Delight

Through blistering Summers or frozen Winter chill, I know you love me now and you always will

You don’t even always need to say it, I can see it in your eyes
When our memories have faded, when more years have flown by, as long as I’m drawing breath, I’ll still be at your side

You, my beloved are my heart’s delight.

By: J.N.R Dutton

(For Courtney, with my loving devotion)

In Your Beautiful Way

That old guitar is worn,

the wood is warped,

but it still sounds good,ok?

I’ve gotta say

the hours and years you put in,

my friend

they really do pay, and I

could listen to your heartfelt melodies

all day, keep playing your heart out

for as long as you wish and can

Yeah man, keep touching lives in your beautiful way

By: J.N.R Dutton

(For a beautifully gifted guitar genius)

Bluegrass Billy (Alternate Title: Mountain Music)

Old Billy played that good old mountain music

that mandolin, he sure could make it cry

He would play every morning, noon, and evening, and everyone could see the passion in his eyes

He’d play until his fingers bled, at least that’s what the legends said, he strived to be the best, and his beloved instrument was laid to rest beside him when he died

By: J.N.R Dutton

Concerned For Your Mental State (Poem For A Friend)

There’s madness in your “poetry”

I searched for a trace of sanity

but there was none there to be found

you ramble on, endlessly babbling

You fill your blog pages with things

that have me truly wondering

What knocked you off the

rails again,

I’d reach out to help you

if I had a clue where to even begin

By: J.N.R Dutton

The Strength of a King

As his airplane takes off, Monty looks out the window, down at the hometown he’s leaving behind, excited for all the new adventures he’ll find

He’s also letting go
of a lot of painful memories
Years of nightmarish abuse
and vicious bullying
He’s off to follow his dreams,
Focused on his future,
nurturing better things

What couldn’t break him
gave him the courage he’d need,
Those who tried to make him a victim
Gave him the strength of a king

By: J.N.R Dutton

A Smile Through The Tears

Rodney was raised on the highway and in the jam joints

His daddy was a picker in a Southern band

He raised Rodney with a stern but loving hand

Taught him how to play guitar, and other skills that he’d take far and wide

On the day his daddy died, Rodney he let loose and cried, held on to that casket tight for a while

Then whispered as they finally laid it low

“I don’t know how I’ll let him go, daddy thank you for all that I know, and all the Love you gave”

as a smile found it’s way to his face

By: J.N.R Dutton

For Daddy

Ever since my childhood’s hour,

You stood toe to toe, with things I’ll never know, to keep me safe and I thank you for it

Thank you, is the best that I can muster, even though I think I owe you so much more.

Daddy you were one of my first heroes, you taught me what it was to be a man

I will never have it perfect, but even so,

I’ll keep in mind and hold tight to your example, and do the best I can

By: J.N.R Dutton