Share this postThe Bluebird and the Builderthetaproot.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherThe Bluebird and the BuilderPaul L Jordan IIIDec 20, 20231Share this postThe Bluebird and the Builderthetaproot.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherSharePhoto by Julie Francis on UnsplashHello friend,Bright-friend, gold-friend,Peekin-over-at-us-friend,It does us well to see you,See you bow, See you bend, See you squinting in our box,Brother Sun.Listen to me as I holler,Sittin in this hole he wollered,Breakfast for the kids is fresh,And stainin my ol pretty collar.If I was a one for bettin,They’ll be grown up soon I reckon,Off to start their own new nest,To try on, and look their best,A bright red vest, like me,And have a mess,Of kids: six or seven.The mist is pleasant-cool,Dew-kissed, but hardly,And the song I greet it with Is full and hardy;Even then is moreThan plenty,To wake the trees,Feed the bees,And knock my kneesAgainst the door.My singin-perch,A sittin-porch a local builtFor Mawmaw back When she was young,And beak was sharp,And ever-day she start a lilt.A decent builder,He peeks in now and then,Like you, and whistles (Bit pitchy), and grins;The young-ins always greet himWith a song, too.The Taproot is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Subscribe