Alabama

Jamie loved Alabama

He’d never forget those pines

or the summer there

when his granddaddy bought him

his first buck knife

or took him for his first diesel rig ride

He hasn’t been back since the old man died

He swore when he passed that he wouldn’t cry

but his tears let loose like a stormy sky

By:J.N.R Dutton

Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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