Holy Freaking Water

From the legends that parted ways

To the Firewater that shined through the phase

Florida to Georgia to the mountains they graze

For the wooden barrels gave off a haze

Of the history of God's grace painted a picture of the land

To the stills that still stand

Of broken glass and tuckpointed rock, a band

Like Charlie Farley's keeps them operations alive

Nestled in the trees near a scattered bee hive 🐝

It's the walks of life only known by a few

From sun down 👇 till early morning dew

For the Men and Women where on a mission to grow

To reap what they sow

On a dirt made path they where considered Outlaws that had

A fight to keep pushing ahead

Steered away from the law and fed

There God fearing right of brewing crystal clear

Of no light burning threw darkness In wooded land of pine and deer

A staple of mind that mesmerized

The town of a frown to a smile it caramelized

That faith was from a sip

Was from a drop to the lip

Of a drip of consideration

That built a nation

From seed down a possum creek into a river flow into condensation

Country was a term brought up

By erupted city lined up people that saw consideration In a cup

Of a Mason jar with a bell on the side labeled like a star ✨

To be traveled by a model A blacked out car

For they had green to build a salon or as they call it honky-tonk or bar

They stacked it in a bundle

I'm a wooden crate the jars huddle

Steering away from no since and trouble

To the faces that only saw with it double

One night in the moonlight midnight sky they all then heard a wolf 🐺 cry 😭

When the model T went into the water eye for a eye 👀

The car went into the water 🌊

For the man sailed of the bridge like a diving otter 🦦

Not giving a damn if the law was on his tail he sunk to the bottom

For the season could of been the beginning of autumn

Where it all started with his vision

Of then and Now the bootlegger's go fishing 🎣

To keep the story alive and well hypnotized

Threw the staple that was thrown to be willing and able

To build his dream with yell of scream

Of full send into the promise land

With the tires nestled at the bottom of the cove in the sand

That's just one story of many that gave there life

For there family's from husband and wife

That shine past on the son and daughter

That's my own definition of hell in this Holy Freaking Water!

Sincerely Blake Robert ❣️ 3/4/23 P.S. my poetry 151am damn!

Here comes the preacher in the Lincoln...; Keep reading' until done John chapter 2 verse one... This story isn't over it's just begun ; inspired by Charlie Farley's with Jason Helms and Michaels Rays song you guest it Holy Water 💦