Stevie was born, 1974,
in a cottage on Copperhead road
In late December before their final snow
that year
His daddy still remembers it so clear
The sparkle in his eye &
the sweet baby smile on his face
and a father’s heart swelling with pride
and oh how Stevie’s mama cried such happy tears
as she held him in a warm embrace
By: J.N.R Dutton
Old T.M., all dressed in black,
w/his old guitar & a derby hat
he looked rough & ragged, that’s a fact
& his voice sounded more than a little cracked
but he lifted up his voice to sing
to all the souls who’d hear it ring
to let them know there were no limits
to how big they could dream
He said:
“You know, I’ve been where some of you are, been a little frazzled, got some battle scars, but all in all, I’m alright, I’ve never lost my will to fight, I may be a broken star, but haven’t lost my shine, go live your story like I have mine”
By: J.N.R Dutton
Jordan hit Seattle on a Saturday,
even though he lived a few hours away
he needed the break
from the week he’d had anyway
he met up with friends,
& they let him stay and rest up
w/them for a while…
The good times he had with them
brought fresh light to his smile
He said:
“Let’s do this again soon, okay?
when I’m headed back again this way,
& don’t worry about the coffee, I’ll pay,
you all really made my day”
By: J.N.R Dutton
Jo’s been an artist fifteen years
A lot of late nights, hard work,
blood, sweat, paint fumes, & tears
Pouring his heart out onto his canvas,
as much of a challenge as it all is
He says: “I wouldn’t wanna be doing
something different from this,
It’s what I was born to, it is my bliss”
By: J.N.R Dutton
A copper colored guitar’s
slung across a drifting picker’s back
He walks upon roads of old cobblestone
As the night soon fades to black
He is well on his way to where he needs to go
He’ll be there by early dawn,
then he’ll jump, jive, & jam
with all his friends, that’s the plan
until the day once again is gone
By: J.N.R Dutton
A girl of twenty three , she sat quietly
down by an ancient creek
where she loved to daydream
as she took in the beautiful
scenery
and where to her it seemed
like the rushing water could speak
By: J.N.R Dutton
Janie used to dream heavily of Hollywood,
always wanted to be a star
when she was just seventeen, she loaded up her car
Headed out to Cali, where they said all the big names are
but all these years later, her priorities have changed
as they tend to do, they say wisdom comes with age
she still loves to perform, believes there’s nothing
wrong with such a thing,
but also knows there’s so much more
to life than the stage and fleeting fame
By: J.N.R Dutton
He’s a down to earth,
down home poet in boots
& old Ray-bans
Makes his living with his voice
& the guitar in his hands
He adores his family, friends, & fans
“These are truly my people” he says
For them he’d do anything he can
He’s a genius picker, and an even better man
By: J.N.R Dutton
David Lee rode a bull named Thunder
that was wild and free as the
West Texas wind
David, he held on tight
with all of his might
for dear life that night
as that feral bull kicked up
a ruckus & dust,
Dave was determined to do what he must
for him it was win all or bust
By: J.N.R Dutton
He spends his days working & riding
in wide open spaces
Dreaming of a time
so very long ago
When adventure called,
it was off to the races
It got his heart pounding
& his adrenaline to flow
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 