Off To The Races

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

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Jimmie Lee & his family

worked a farm in the West Texas heat

Growing potatoes, tomatoes, pinto beans

stretching for acres as far as the eye could see

they worked each day til the sun went down

the best rest they got was when they’d gather round

each taking a seat at the family table to eat

it was nice getting off their feet

By: J.N.R Dutton

Danny

Danny’s been on the road for a week, he stops off at a truck stop to park for a night & speak to his young son on a video chat & tell him where he’s been and where he’s at.

His son says excitedly:

“Daddy, Daddy, when are you coming home again”? Danny says, “I’ll be there soon, buddy. Give your mama a hug for me, & smile, it’s just a few more miles. They’ll go by fast, you’ll see.”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Pocket Change For A Picture Show

A great Houston poet loves singing the blues

remembers playing in Texas mud

without any shoes

getting that grit up between his toes

& paying merely pocket change for a picture show

He says “Man oh, Man, that was so

many, many years ago”

& his face lights up in the brightest glow

By: J.N.R Dutton

“Hello”-A Love Poem

His voice was full of gravel,

like the years had taken their toll

the funny thing though,

is he wasn’t that old,

he was in love with a gypsy woman

with a heart of gold & eyes black as coal

He stood in her doorway, shaking off bitter

winter cold, then he pulled a ring from

inside his old coat pocket folds

He said he’d “be the happiest man alive”

if he had her forever to hold

She smiled wide and she said “yes”,

her deep dark eyes glowed,

she said “you’ve had me for so long,

almost since the day you said “hello”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Time After Time

A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by

without a second glance, and never think twice

but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme

It’d stop you in your track, time after time

Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined

He’d pour out his soul, line after line

He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines

and so many other things that dance in his mind

By: J.N.R Dutton