Dylan’s voice rang out like thunder as he’d read his poetry, he wasn’t actually shouting, it just was deep and booming naturally

Like it was made for exactly that very thing

It was so strange and yet somehow, incredibly soothing, and to this day I love hearing his old recordings they’re timeless treasures to me

By: J.N.R Dutton


Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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