Well With His Soul

The poet was away for a while,

hadn’t written in some days,

finally getting back to it

put a smile on his face

though the world, it still is crazy,

& there’s still things he can’t control

He’s thankful he’s got

happiness and health

& all is well with his soul

By: J.N.R Dutton

Like A Child’s Lullaby

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


This is the story of an old man giving his heart & soul

To the family he raised, and the Love he vowed to have

& hold.

Facts be told, he’s never much lusted

for silver or gold

He’s made his living from jet black oil & coal,

& Southern cotton, white as pure driven snow

The greatest thing he’s ever come to know

Is to be content w/the life you make

& be careful of the seeds you sow

By:J.N.R Dutton