Eric’s a genius, a maverick,
an old troubadour
With a voice & music so soothing,
like gentle waves upon a shore
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dedicated to one of my favorite musicians
Eric’s a genius, a maverick,
an old troubadour
With a voice & music so soothing,
like gentle waves upon a shore
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dedicated to one of my favorite musicians
It’s late in the evening,
he starts having hot tea to unwind
Thoughts of the day he’s had
spinning round the labyrinth of his mind
Soon enough, he starts to drift off to dream,
escaping, into lovely & peaceful scenes
Weird mixtures of memory & fantasy
By:J.N.R Dutton
Every time they were in each others company, they couldn’t help but smile
“Sit down with a cold drink & a meal, let’s talk a while”
or something similar they’d often say
It didn’t matter about the stresses of their day
When they got together, for a while they melted away
By:J.N.R Dutton
I was looking at a picturesque scene
A Norman Rockwell painting
There was something about it, so serene,
beautiful, comforting
I love the way art can evoke such feelings
By:J.N.R Dutton
Relaxing by a riverside
Trying hard to clear his mind
Listening to the water rolling by
It’s like a peaceful lullaby
By: J.N.R Dutton