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.

A Brief Note To You All

Dear readers,

I will be putting this particular blog on a temporary halt/suspension. I appreciate very much those who have read what I’ve shared since it’s inception.

Love sincerely,

J.N.R Dutton ♥️

Stand the Test of Time

A carpenter who’s been driving nails all day, tells his son all about the things he makes, despite his exhaustion he keeps a smile on his face as his son sits on his knee, learning with such pure curiosity

The time he knows is precious he wants to impart everything he can, before his hour glass runs out of sand

His son looks at the callouses on his hands, he’s learning more than a trade, like how to be a man, and provide for a family the best he can, those are lessons that will stand the test of time

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There’s an old greasy Harley

up on blocks in the driveway

Left there by an old man who doesn’t ride anymore

Years ago when he was young he would have given anyone who challenged him to a race a run for their money

but these days he’s just so broken down that it’s not funny

When people ask about it, he just looks up with a grin, says “I’ve had my time in the sun, those days now are done, and that Harley’s even more broken down than me”

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Hold On

For many, these are desperate days, they struggle to feed their families and have so many bills to pay, but I’ve got to say, simply

Hold on.

Hold on and you’ll see, that though some seasons aren’t the best, and though it seems this world’s a mess, there is hope

Hold on firmly and don’t give up, help each other in kindness and Love

I don’t feel I can ever say that enough

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Childlike Faith

Heard a couple songs today, they hit me so hard, such powerful lyrics they got right straight to my heart

One in particular, was about a little boy asking a preacher if heaven’s real, and about him hitting his knees to pray with such fervent zeal

Childlike faith, such a precious thing, we could use a little more of that these days

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Tommy’s been to London, Tommy’s been to France, he’s been through fire and rain and taken crazy chances

He lived to tell his story, and he’s touched so many lives, with all the things that he’s been through he’s just thankful he’s alive

He doesn’t take a second of his life for granted

He knows all too well it can all end in a second

He’s lost good friends that he held dear who it seemed were in the prime of their years, but he lives with courage, not with fear

Makes the best of things while he’s here

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Warmth (of Human Kindness)

One brutally cold evening, a man sought shelter from a storm, he stumbled to a cabin with a fire raging safe and warm

The owner was there to greet him, said “Son come on in, what were you doing out there in that bitter Winter wind?”

He said “I was out running errands and somehow I lost my way, thank you for letting me stay here, I think I’ll be okay”

The cabin owner smiled, said “it’s been a while anyway, since I’ve had visitors, so I’m glad for the company ” as he cooked a burger for the man, and they sat down to feast.

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