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.

Playing To Win

Thoroughly enjoyed my time away from here, glad to be back though.

Here is a poem I wrote while on my break.

A singing South Georgia poet

With a million songs in his head, He’s a hard working guy

Early to rise, and not shy to say what needs to be said

Everybody says he’s got a throwback sound and so much depth, that’s rarely found anymore..

Everybody loves to listen, and they gather round,

He’ll sing until the day they lay his body down

In that southern ground, hey, eh….

For now, he’s on the road again, big wheels spin,

he’s making his living, playing to win

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

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