Through blistering Summers or frozen Winter chill, I know you love me now and you always will
You, my beloved are my heart’s delight.
By: J.N.R Dutton
(For Courtney, with my loving devotion)
That old guitar is worn,
the wood is warped,
but it still sounds good,ok?
I’ve gotta say
the hours and years you put in,
my friend
they really do pay, and I
could listen to your heartfelt melodies
all day, keep playing your heart out
for as long as you wish and can
Yeah man, keep touching lives in your beautiful way
By: J.N.R Dutton
(For a beautifully gifted guitar genius)
Old Billy played that good old mountain music
that mandolin, he sure could make it cry
He would play every morning, noon, and evening, and everyone could see the passion in his eyes
He’d play until his fingers bled, at least that’s what the legends said, he strived to be the best, and his beloved instrument was laid to rest beside him when he died
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dear Mindy, I was listening
to the songs you used to sing
there were things in them that shed light
on your confusion and your pain
Hindsight’s 20/20, so they say
If someone had seen it sooner
maybe something could have changed
So many people miss you every day
By: J.N.R Dutton
There’s madness in your “poetry”
I searched for a trace of sanity
but there was none there to be found
you ramble on, endlessly babbling
You fill your blog pages with things
that have me truly wondering
What knocked you off the
rails again,
I’d reach out to help you
if I had a clue where to even begin
By: J.N.R Dutton
In her heart he’s found
his promised land
She makes him want to be
the best man he can
He’s going to Love her strong
with every breath he draws
and hold her tight
with his two hands
as long as he can
The life they’ve built together,
Is worth all the storms they’ve weathered
and he’d gladly do it all again
By:J.N.R Dutton
As his airplane takes off, Monty looks out the window, down at the hometown he’s leaving behind, excited for all the new adventures he’ll find
He’s also letting go
of a lot of painful memories
Years of nightmarish abuse
and vicious bullying
He’s off to follow his dreams,
Focused on his future,
nurturing better things
What couldn’t break him
gave him the courage he’d need,
Those who tried to make him a victim
Gave him the strength of a king
By: J.N.R Dutton
Rodney was raised on the highway and in the jam joints
His daddy was a picker in a Southern band
He raised Rodney with a stern but loving hand
Taught him how to play guitar, and other skills that he’d take far and wide
On the day his daddy died, Rodney he let loose and cried, held on to that casket tight for a while
Then whispered as they finally laid it low
“I don’t know how I’ll let him go, daddy thank you for all that I know, and all the Love you gave”
as a smile found it’s way to his face
By: J.N.R Dutton
Ever since my childhood’s hour,
You stood toe to toe, with things I’ll never know, to keep me safe and I thank you for it
Thank you, is the best that I can muster, even though I think I owe you so much more.
Daddy you were one of my first heroes, you taught me what it was to be a man
I will never have it perfect, but even so,
I’ll keep in mind and hold tight to your example, and do the best I can
By: J.N.R Dutton
Stevie was born, 1974,
in a cottage on Copperhead road
In late December before their final snow
that year
His daddy still remembers it so clear
The sparkle in his eye &
the sweet baby smile on his face
and a father’s heart swelling with pride
and oh how Stevie’s mama cried such happy tears
as she held him in a warm embrace
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 