Untitled New Poem

Jeffery James was a rodeo man,

he wore a black felt western hat

When he was leaving out of Amarillo,

he rested his head against a greyhound glass window,

using his hat as a pillow

As he started drifting to dream, he heard a scream

“Look ma, is that a real cowboy?”, that shout gave him a start

that about stopped his heart, it had come from a wild eyed boy

His mama said “child, you quiet down now”

but Jeff couldn’t help but smile,

he told the boy about all his adventures

They got to talking for a good long while

By:J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father,poet,and all around creative soul.

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