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Jeffery James was a rodeo man,

he wore a black felt western hat

When he was leaving out of Amarillo,

he rested his head against a greyhound glass window,

using his hat as a pillow

As he started drifting to dream, he heard a scream

“Look ma, is that a real cowboy?”, that shout gave him a start

that about stopped his heart, it had come from a wild eyed boy

His mama said “child, you quiet down now”

but Jeff couldn’t help but smile,

he told the boy about all his adventures

They got to talking for a good long while

By:J.N.R Dutton

Jimmy & Johnny

The leaves on the trees are already showing

the Autumn hues

The air’s getting cooler but Jimmy &

Johnny are still running around without any shoes

They’re a rambunctious pair, it’s fair to say

Wild & crazy they love to play, like children do

Jimmy & Johnny stay outside until dark,

until they see street lights,

playing like they do really works up

a monstrous appetite

By then, John’s mama is yelling:

“it’s dinnertime, come in & get washed up”

they both rush home to scarf it down,

like they just can’t get enough

By:J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

 

Imagination’s Flight

When I was young,

my imagination flew

Watching Peter Pan, Tinkerbell

& the Lost Boys too,

along w/Captain Hook & his pirate crew

Oh, the idea of Neverland, it was grand, 

So were the stories of Sherwood Forest,

Robin Hood & his merry band 

My imagination’s flights were

anything but bland

By: J.N.R Dutton