He spends his days working & riding
in wide open spaces
Dreaming of a time
so very long ago
When adventure called,
it was off to the races
It got his heart pounding
& his adrenaline to flow
By: J.N.R Dutton
He spends his days working & riding
in wide open spaces
Dreaming of a time
so very long ago
When adventure called,
it was off to the races
It got his heart pounding
& his adrenaline to flow
By: J.N.R Dutton
Poetry doesn’t always need to be serious
It can be sassy, snarky, a little bit of fun
I’ve heard some about everything
from baking country hams,
to werewolves in London
Thanks, Cledus T., & Warren Zevon
for showing us all how it’s done
By: J.N.R Dutton
Passing round the guitar
Playing every song they know
From “Man In Black” to “California Snow”
& those that are not playing,
well, they’re dancing to & fro
They stay out til the break of dawn
when they hear the rooster crow
By:J.N.R Dutton
He’s having the best of times
spinning wild rhymes
For family, friends, and strangers alike
dropping poetry lines on a dime
They come so easily to his mind
when he’s gone he’ll leave his words behind
Like treasure for people to find
By:J.N.R Dutton
He never learned or cared much about
the formal rigid rules of poetry
He had more of a “Dead Poets” thing going,
writing from the heart, about his life,
& dreams, letting his mind run wild & free
& occasionally, he hit on a cool rhyme scheme
By: J.N.R Dutton
The “Dead Poets” referenced in this poem is the 1989 film “Dead Poets Society” starring the late great Robin Williams as maverick teacher John Keating
He loved sweet, hated sour
Drank sweet tea for Happy hour
By: J.N.R Dutton
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
He loves Dr. Pepper, guitars,
and his daddy’s old cassettes
and racing headlong to the state line
in an old black corvette
riding with his woman and
chasing sunsets
By: J.N.R Dutton