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Stevie was born, 1974,

in a cottage on Copperhead road

In late December before their final snow

that year

His daddy still remembers it so clear

The sparkle in his eye &

the sweet baby smile on his face

and a father’s heart swelling with pride

and oh how Stevie’s mama cried such happy tears

as she held him in a warm embrace

By: J.N.R Dutton

Treasured Days

A little man gets so excited, says

“I’m hanging w/daddy today !!!”

It’s so great to see the innocence,

the happiness & light upon his face

as they laugh & play

These are precious, priceless,

beautiful treasured days

It won’t be long until they’re gone

measured only in Love,dreams,

& memories

Time’s always rushing on it’s way it seems

So, they’re living right in the moment,

holding it tight and that’s okay

By: J.N.R Dutton

“Live Your Story” Alternate Title: Broken Star

Old T.M., all dressed in black,

w/his old guitar & a derby hat

he looked rough & ragged, that’s a fact

& his voice sounded more than a little cracked

but he lifted up his voice to sing

to all the souls who’d hear it ring

to let them know there were no limits

to how big they could dream

He said:

“You know, I’ve been where some of you are, been a little frazzled, got some battle scars, but all in all, I’m alright, I’ve never lost my will to fight, I may be a broken star, but haven’t lost my shine, go live your story like I have mine”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Rebecca (Another Poetic Story)

A kind of free verse piece

Rebecca worked in a bookstore in a small town, that’s often how her days were spent. She chose that career as more than just a way to pay for the rent, or gas to get around. She adored books.

She’d say they were some of her truest loves in every sense you could possibly think of.

Anyone who knew her would say she was more than a bit obsessed, some might even think it unhealthy, something needing to be seriously addressed.

She read voraciously, everything from full novels to poetry.

She wanted to be a writer too from an early age.

She felt sometimes that other aspects of life could be mundane, she sometimes felt trapped like a caught animal in a cage, but when she’d write, or when she’d read, or help another avid reader find the books they need that’s when she felt the most free.

By: J.N.R Dutton

I Don’t Need Much (Alt: That’s Enough)

She was married in a small town,

all her friends around,

at the reception she was laughing,

dancing til they shut it down

Her wedding was beautiful,

even though, it was nothing fancy

She told her husband:

“Oh I don’t need much

as long as we have faith & I’ve got your love,

that’s enough”

By:J.N.R Dutton

recent lyrics/poetry I wrote