Sometimes the greatest victories
are won through courage,
sacrifice, pain & sorrow,
Don’t give up hope in the
midst of your storm
Be thankful for your yesterdays,
todays & tomorrows
By: J.N.R Dutton
Ultimately, decided to take the advice I was given regarding this blog, and not retire it (as you can see) I did have a pretty sweet break & am actually very refreshed.
I’ll just write when I have the most time, highest energy & best inspiration.
John he was a dreamer, from an early age
had grit, and a stubborn streak five miles long
anyone would say,
Bound & determined,
worked his fingers til they bled
got barely a few hours of sleep each night
Said: “I’ll sleep more when I’m dead”
He plowed on full steam ahead
rarely looking back
When his dreams came to fruition,
and anybody asked,
if it was worth the sacrifices along the way
He’d just grin, and say “Oh, yeah”
By: J.N.R Dutton
This poem is written in memory
of all who died to keep America free
May we never forget their sacrifice
The lifeblood that was shed
May we never squander
the gift they gave
or take it for granted,
may we remember today
and every day
we owe them
With every breath we take
By:J.N.R Dutton
Earns his keep with work,
words & rhyme,
Blood, sweat, tears & time
Never going to beg
for a doggone dime
By:J.N.R Dutton
In an ancient valley there lived a noble king
The people of his kingdom loved him so
of his goodness they would sing
One day there came men & mighty horses
& chariots of war,
That noble king did something
He’d never done before,
He girded up for battle,
a spear, armor & a sword
and he marched ahead of his army
to beat back the hordes of evil at his door,
In the heat of battle though,
the noble king he died
Gave his final breath
so that his people could survive
By:J.N.R Dutton
Would you put your life
on the line for another?
A sister, a stranger, a brother?
We ought to be willing
Love is selfless, sacrificing
By:J.N.R Dutton
Delia was a young girl, born in a city near the Rio Grande
Her Daddy was an agricultural man, Always just doing the best he can
By the time Delia was eight years old, She joined him working her time away
Hardly had the chance to go to school, barely rested or even played
She worked hard, sweating in the heat
but oh, she never complained,
She had callouses on her hands, blisters on her feet
She would do anything she could
To help her family make ends meet
By:J.N.R Dutton
Every selfish thought in his mind passed away
When he found someone more precious
than he could ever say
He knew, even from early on
He’d give his life for her
& she was the One
By:J.N.R Dutton
The One who loves us most
Gave His life on a cross
He Loved us even
while we were yet lost,
We can’t even begin to fathom
the depth of the cost
By:J.N.R Dutton
Thirty thousand feet above the ground
Staring out a window, looking down
Flying over the Astrodome,
he can’t wait to get back home,
It seems his family always ends up waiting there,
cause he’s got another deal to make elsewhere,
He told them, “This time I’m coming home to stay, I swear”
He has flashbacks of his daughter, at four years old,
w/pink ribbons in her hair
now she’s graduating college & he wants to be there
He knows her growing up without him hasn’t been fair
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 