Thoroughly enjoyed my time away from here, glad to be back though.
Here is a poem I wrote while on my break.
A singing South Georgia poet
With a million songs in his head, He’s a hard working guy
Early to rise, and not shy to say what needs to be said
Everybody says he’s got a throwback sound and so much depth, that’s rarely found anymore..
Everybody loves to listen, and they gather round,
He’ll sing until the day they lay his body down
In that southern ground, hey, eh….
For now, he’s on the road again, big wheels spin,
he’s making his living, playing to win
By: J.N.R Dutton