He’s always been a little of the restless kind
Never slowing down, always running wild
if he stopped, then in the quiet of the night
he’d have so much on his mind
Like, the long hot Summer when he was 17
Down in Alabama ‘neath evergreens
That Summer he met the woman of his dreams
She stood only 5 ft. 3, her heart was pure
and her mind was keen, their Love was real
but the world got mean, tore them apart
like a scene from a Shakespearean tragedy
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 