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
He’s had dark hours,
yeah more than a few
All it took was one point of light
to change his point of view
By:J.N.R Dutton
A poem about light conquering darkness.
When wolves come baying,
howling at the door
soldiers they prepare for war
By:J.N.R Dutton
He threw away the razor blades
Threw away the booze
Decided he wanted to live
Even though his heart
was battered & bruised
If he let the darkness swallow him
He knew that wouldn’t be right
So he fought the darkness bravely,
til his soul could see the light
By:J.N.R Dutton
These days he lives simply, working on cars
He wears tattoos to cover scars
He got as a soldier in the Persian Gulf War
He’s pleased that he served his country well
but will be the first to tell you war is hell
By:J.N.R Dutton
Ian’s got a weather beaten
leather jacket, black
his daddy gave it to him,
then went off to Iraq,
Ian didn’t know then,
his dad wouldn’t make it back
By:J.N.R Dutton
Each time he stepped out
on the battle field
He couldn’t catch his breath,
Normally things didn’t rattle him
but those days he was scared to death,
He was prepared for any sacrifice
but he kept asking himself,
“Will my new bride be a widow tonight,
or will I make it out alive”?
He knew he wasn’t the only one
with such thoughts weighing on his mind,
Soldiers thinking about families
that they left behind
By: J.N.R Dutton
John wore a spent silver bullet
suspended on a chain around his neck
His grandpa once gave it to him,
said “boy treat this w/respect”
Then the old man shared the story of
exactly how he’d come to possess it
He said he got it from a friend,a fellow soldier,
back during The Great War
and though he made it back,
His friend wasn’t around anymore
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 