Like the Fish

Blue Oyster in the background
doesn't deter him from the strings he pulls
Knowledgeable.
He can hold a conversation while he works
on Mr. Cash songs or antique doorknobs
He looks you in the eye and still,
manages to make the Volkswagen run
Its engine's hum is the bass
behind our vocals; a duet.
He is never alone, even when he is by himself
he has his thoughts or a banjo for company
Building Walls
Taking down Hills
Glass blown miller bottles in the fire pit,
Coat rack from the tree he pulled from your yard.
The destructive abilities were passed to his children
And yet he brings out our
curiosity and creativity.
Creator of laughs and Light.
Understood,
and Comprehended, he acknowledges you
He gives you a warmth.
Something that makes you glad you're near him.
His humor is addicting and gravitating
Like the fish in his stories, you are reeled in

by Ashten Gerbing