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. . . and selected poems by Eddie Edwards Draper


          Little firefly
          your gazing bow
          so regal
          yet so free--

          You drift and dart
          wherever breeze
          You please my iris - stay--
          but you bygone
          at instant's wink
          no sooner left than blink--

          But I can't wait
          my follies vamp
          tho' you scamper high--
          yet I'll lay wait
          your neon trail
          until tomorrow's night--


    Yes, I'm a stranger in this fast pace inn
    Having met the lines on Highway 8-
    And telling them how free they were
    And wishing our land were just that way--
    I sat down on some blacktop surface
    That was never once discriminated against-
    The entire hour or more I sat and prayed for peace--
    Meanwhile, the lines, which they said reached the river
    At Beulah, were starched in domino fashion
    Down to "Ole Muddy"--
    But I could only see past the third white house
    And I arose to walk that two mile stretch--
    The lady inside [toilet paper in hair] understood my theme-
    That peace was like that road outside-
    That lines could play their role and stay in place for
    Every mile through every day--
    And then I had to leave her there and let her digest
    My sermon--
    I got close to the water of that mighty river-
    Perhaps, that was where I learned the most of all--
    For after that, wherever I went-
    I felt I had nature secured in a halo around my head--
    Maybe I could do no more-
    But inside I felt I had done my share to tell my parables
    And explorations to the violent world--
    So, until I reach your town, my unseen friend--
    Keep on the road--The Road To Peace---


    There must be a smile behind 'yonder door--
    Where bridges of my childhood expand---
    Oh, little shoes in my cedar chest,
    I've willed you to my own child's nest--
    And you, little cup, that nourished my young eyes--
    To my little girl you go without the formal goodbyes-

    With one glance forward-and one last thought-
    They will be grown while my rockin chair awaits--
    While I stand on the fender of time,
    And spurts of gray have spread my mind--
    I may be wise--but not in the sight of my young one's eyes--

    The legend of the dogwood tree just came to mind
    And another generation just left my door--
    But, other trees will always grow--
    I guess we can't always be the shade---

    Eddie Draper is a native of the Mississippi Delta and is a regular contributor to USADS.
    He now lives and works in Nashville, Tennessee, where he is a songwriter and musician.

    Write Eddie at Gravel Road Music.


    Poems and stories by Eddie E. Draper ~
    Miss Spongy
    The Shadow Of Your Breath
    My First Graderís First Picture
    Upon One Delta Night
    Out On A Limb
    Katieís Kitchen Floor
    Old Ditch
    Lonesome Delta Field
    Peckerwood Deadning
    Delta Force
    My Angel Must Have Just One Wing
    Horizons Of My Heart
    Pianos Have Their Form Of Soul
    Peace On The Road
    Trees Are Made Of Doors
    Oh Distant Star
    Upon The Candled Night
    The Worldly Light
    Itís Only Life
    Mississippi River ~ Queen Of My Life
    Thatís All Thatís Left To Do

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