An old cowboy with old scars
sits under the stars
Telling of all his adventures down in West Texas,
and especially of a bull
wild as a hurricane wind
The young ones are smiling and their eyes light up,
as they say “Grandpa, tell us again”
By:J.N.R Dutton
A cowboy expertly maneuvers a black bronco
Through treacherous rain & driving snow
To get to where they need to go
If he’s got any fear nobody would know it,
because he sure doesn’t show it
He’s like a throwback to the wild west
Made of stuff a bit tougher than the rest
By:J.N.R Dutton
I’ve heard for years, since my youngest days
Stories of cowboys & the trails they blazed
their adventurous hearts
& their spirits unchained
free & wild as mustangs
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 