Sun Valley Snow

There’s nothing to me,

quite like the irony

of a Sun Valley snow fall

That 6 ft blanket of white

from a brutal winter squall

By:J.N.R Dutton

@ The Bus Stop

Just a poem that popped in my mind while thinking about when I used to travel by greyhound buses.

He was sitting on a bus stop bench

In the cold Mississippi rain

It was coming down like crazy, man

Soaking through everything

including the last bit of road food

he’d thought to bring,

It was half a breakfast burrito

 it was just leftovers anyway,

He was relieved at last,

when his bus finally came

He said one more hour of that

torrent would’ve driven me insane

By: J.N.R Dutton




The Storm

Late one evening in a tiny Georgia town,

lightning was flashing bright & the rain was pouring down

& thunder shook the heavens with an earth shattering sound

Glancing out in the street, there wasn’t a soul there to be found

“Storm of the century” was what the local weather had said

The storm was raging with a fury, that could raise the dead

So everybody hunkered down like frightened children would

If they were hiding from monsters beneath the bed

By: J.N.R Dutton