That Summer

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

Author: J.N.R Dutton

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

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