Down Home Poet

He’s a down to earth,

down home poet in boots

& old Ray-bans

Makes his living with his voice

& the guitar in his hands

He adores his family, friends, & fans

“These are truly my people” he says

For them he’d do anything he can

He’s a genius picker, and an even better man

By: J.N.R Dutton

Healed Heart

He remembers how when he was a younger man,

he’d had a heart of stone, he did all that he could

to keep people at arm’s length,

he thought letting them in

just wasn’t worth it, the price that he would pay

if in the end, they never stayed anyway

but then one day, real love it came,

in fact, it wouldn’t leave him alone

It changed him & it healed him

when it made his heart it’s home

By: J.N.R Dutton

Time After Time

A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by

without a second glance, and never think twice

but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme

It’d stop you in your track, time after time

Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined

He’d pour out his soul, line after line

He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines

and so many other things that dance in his mind

By: J.N.R Dutton

Dear Eric (Revisited)

Eric, if you were reading this I’d like to say,

I’m a bigger fan now than I was

even just yesterday

The way you tell a story, brother,

it just keeps blowing me away

every time I think I’ve heard your best

you top it & prove me wrong

As long as you keep sharing, man,

I’ll forever sing along

By: J.N.R Dutton