Wild Turkey towers over us,
The motor hums and roars,
Gurgling along, cutting through.
We bounce then settle,
And feel the soft spray,
Of that ***** water.
Finding a deep shady spot,
There is splashing and crashing,
Against the sparkling muddy water,
The sun makes the surface warm,
But our feet feel the cool.
We swim and listen to the sound:
The whiskey river.