Jordan’s been a drifter & a carnival bum
Usually riding rails or hitching w/his thumb
from place to place…
His mama cries, rivers of tears stream from her eyes,
Rolling down her face as the fears take hold,
She’s wondering if he’s warm or cold
& where he is each night–
& where ever he is,
if he’s doing alright
She wishes she could hug him tight
but he hasn’t been home in years
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 