Listening to the whine of that old blues harp,
oh you play so well, my brother
So much heart & so much soul,
When one tune ends
I can’t wait for another
You make it sound so bittersweet
Get people rising to their feet
Dancing so happy & free
Your playing really is
breathtaking to me
By: J.N.R Dutton
A girl of twenty three , she sat quietly
down by an ancient creek
where she loved to daydream
as she took in the beautiful
scenery
and where to her it seemed
like the rushing water could speak
By: J.N.R Dutton
She’ll say she’s “25 and holdin'”
if anybody asks her age
she’s got a heart that’s golden,
that nothing can erase
or take away
She’s always looking to brighten
someone else’s day
She’s always got a shimmering
smile on her face
she believes that living Love
can heal the deepest abyss of pain
By: J.N.R Dutton
Moon shining bright
through the Georgia pines at night
a couple sitting quietly
enjoying the warmth of
Winter fire light
as they stare up at the beauty
of that southern sky
By: J.N.R Dutton
A couple watches a Sunday morning sunrise
warm glowing rays shining down
as waves crash against a white sand beach
In a sleepy oceanside town
By:J.N.R Dutton
Jim used to play such sweet, sweet tunes,
gentle as a summer breeze,
All his lyrics now run through my mind,
like a fast train runs on a railway line
Though he’s been gone for a long time,
the beauty that he left behind, it’s been so kind,
it soothes me so wonderfully, like a child’s lullaby
By:J.N.R Dutton
Walking along golden sand,
a woman & her beloved hand in hand,
They’re taking time away from their daily grind
to unwind, recharge, & reconnect
In those moments, they’re feeling
like life is better than grand
as together they watch a beach sunset
By: J.N.R Dutton
Life can be joyous,
life can be cruel
Viper vicious or
Blue Bonnet beautiful
By: J.N.R Dutton
Tender hearts,
well worn guitar strings
A dove’s wings,
there’s such beauty
in fragile things
By: J.N.R Dutton
Watching a Blood red sun through
the side window
Looks beautiful as it’s sinking low
Such a strange hue in it’s evening glow
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 