Shoot the Hootch

Shoot the Hootch   O dear
   The raft is wild upon the flow
      I could walk across no fear
         If the active Christ said so

I’d choose rubber or wood
   Back scratched by splinters
      Or stuck with you in childhood
         After shiver and shake Winters

God could part the river wood
   To wood   I’d race you then
      across slippery silt and driftwood
         You’d be amazed and praise Amen

Shoot the Hootch    It’s vividly spry
   Shade’s in the leaning branches
      In May the water is on a high 
         And you’d no worry of avalanches

God showed me hidden beauty   met friend
   I stood   scoped   took in the riverscape
      In the sun and zephyr   I’d mend
         Out in nature’s playground escape

5/7/2022
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Krutsinger Avatar
May 13, 2022 at 11:02 PM
I would be amazed " I’d race you then across slippery silt and driftwood You’d be amazed and praise Amen" I am amazed!
Rodrigues Avatar
May 14, 2022 at 6:49 PM
Sounds like fun, right?!
Anaya Avatar
May 11, 2022 at 8:19 PM
Out in nature’s playground escape, sounds live a travel log... Beautiful rhyme. Try slalom on Castaic Lake, cross country skiing on Pine Knob, MI or tagin off of Mission Bay, S.D. or etc. done it all! been on everything, from a cigarette to a danzie, we owned a canvas top twin shoup motor, classic fishing boat only did 30 miles per hr. still skied off it! I called it The Compromise!
Rodrigues Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 5:26 AM
Sounds like so much fun! Thank you for your comment! Keep adventure alive!
Kendrick Avatar
May 10, 2022 at 1:41 PM
Creative work that you have penned in this one. Sometimes life is a wild raft, and we are not in control at all. Creative way to approach the topic. Thanks for your visit to my page. Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 5:26 AM
Thank you, my friend!
Ball Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 5:29 PM
Loved this Kim. Really great imagery. I could see you paddling along the river with a friend enjoying the wildness of the country. Abd you didn't forget your BEST FRIEND either. Great stuff. God Bless, JB
Rodrigues Avatar
May 10, 2022 at 7:19 AM
Thanks, Judy! All my imaginings from the reminiscing of a new friend. I would love to raft the Chattahoochee! Perhaps one day. I did do the rapids in Alaska…that was quite the experience!
Baker Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 5:06 PM
Well written, Kim. I really enjoy this read. Just the right amount of light poetry for me. Blessings, Bill
Rodrigues Avatar
May 10, 2022 at 7:19 AM
Thank you, Bill!
DiMino Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 3:57 PM
Shoot the hootch! Some of the simpler brews in life are the best -- the real top-shelf. There is a lot to be said, for growing up in the country, perhaps by a river, where families are tight-knit, and do not need computers to feel that their life is complete. I love this. You are a great poet/poetess (God, this politically correct bs!). Love the nearness to God recognized when less distracted by artificially cluttered city.
Rodrigues Avatar
May 10, 2022 at 7:22 AM
Thank you so much! Yes, let’s forget about semantics and just be genuine, my friend! So much easier when we can just talk. I appreciate your comment so much!
Horsman Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 2:19 AM
Wow, you surely are on a roll here, Kim, love this, and a learning curve for me also..
Rodrigues Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 5:06 AM
Thank you, Harry!
Buhagiar Avatar
May 8, 2022 at 6:42 AM
So many memories. You seem to sacrifice yourself for the sake of our Lord. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
May 8, 2022 at 4:20 PM
Hugs ~
Kyser Avatar
May 7, 2022 at 7:28 PM
I like this - it seems unusual, maybe with the fairly different length lines, but it works really well, nice, Kim!
Rodrigues Avatar
May 8, 2022 at 5:51 AM
Just some thoughts from my visit last week to the Chattahoochee River. My friend reminisced about her teenage years where the lawn was packed with spectators and the exciting race back in the ‘70’s.
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