Bluegrass Billy (Alternate Title: Mountain Music)

Old Billy played that good old mountain music

that mandolin, he sure could make it cry

He would play every morning, noon, and evening, and everyone could see the passion in his eyes

He’d play until his fingers bled, at least that’s what the legends said, he strived to be the best, and his beloved instrument was laid to rest beside him when he died

By: J.N.R Dutton

Old Mac

Old Mac, old buddy, you’re looking quite gray

I remember the red hair you had back in the day

It really stood out, looked like

a hot raging flame

but beyond that, you stood out

for so many other things

like the poems and music you wrote

& how your fingers danced so beautifully

across a great multitude of guitar strings

& how you kept a firm grip on the sweet

down home way you were raised

By: J.N.R Dutton

Mother Maybelle (A Poetic Tribute)

Such a talent, Mother Maybelle

That’s all that I can say,

it was raw and unpolished,

but you know what?

That’s okay

there’s such resounding beauty

in each instrument,

and every note I heard her play

By: J.N.R Dutton

Mother Maybelle was gone long before I came along,

but her talent & her songs are a beautiful legacy.

I am glad for recording technology preserving such treasure.