Grandpa Don

Some people hate the smell of diesel

but I’ll tell you that for me,

it brings back some

of my sweetest memories

My grandpa Donald was a trucker

as far back as my mind’s eye can see

Anyone will tell you

That he was the greatest to me

The lessons & the Love he gave

Are a precious legacy

Though he is passed away

They will live on in me

By: J.N.R Dutton





True Blues

He loves to play his harmonica

Loves to play the blues

To him, there’s nothing better

Than a simple soulful tune

He’s played it for years

and he’s almost ninety-two

If you ever met him, 

you can be sure

He’d be thrilled to play for you

& he prefers overalls and slippers

over some fancy suit and blue suede shoes

By: J.N.R Dutton






New Poem

He’s been in a lot of trouble

& had a lot of fails

He’s even spent more than

a few nights in jail

He’s got a wife that Loves him

but she wouldn’t pay his bail

She said I won’t help you

until you help yourself

She decided she’d had

enough one day

She said if you want me to stay

Let me tell you man,

Some things really have to change

I won’t spend my life watching you

Throw yours away

By: J.N.R Dutton