Jordan The Drifter

Jordan’s been a drifter & a carnival bum

Usually riding rails or hitching w/his thumb

from place to place

His mama cries, rivers of tears stream from her eyes,

Rolling down her face as the fears take hold,

She’s wondering if he’s warm or cold

& where he is each night

& where ever he is,

if he’s doing alright

She wishes she could hug him tight

but he hasn’t been home in years

By:J.N.R Dutton

Mother’s Instinct

What she protected fiercely wasn’t silver or gold

But something more precious, her children

Though she knew the world can be cold

She had the heart of a dragon,

a warrior’s soul

She fought with a passion

that was fiery & bold

Evil trembled in fear when

her mother’s instinct took hold

By: J.N.R Dutton