by Eddie Edwards Draper
Are we not all seeking an oasis in this parched rotating planet?
Do we not seek in our souls, a garden of Eden, a respite, a purgatory?
We may not find it here,
But the shelter of an elm, lying in a field, watching some passing clouds,
a Mississippi Delta sunset Ė my friends, that's an oasis.
I try to glimpse every second of life;
Wonderment is a word Ė maybe the best word ever invented Ė
If one does not open up to ponder, imagination is invisible.
When you grow up in the South, you are nearing a fertile soul;
No dirt under your nails, no growth.
Oasis, my friends, is what you find in a loving, kindred heart.
The South is known for its benevolence, a kind word to a neighbor,
a hug and charity to our friends and anyone in need.
I watch nature, I feel the everlasting spirit, that encircles us all,
I drive the countryside, I find my peace and nature's beautiful grace.
My friends, that's oasis.
He now lives and works in Nashville, Tennessee, where he is a songwriter and musician.
Write Eddie at Gravel Road Music.
The Shadow Of Your Breath
My First Graderís First Picture
Upon One Delta Night
Out On A Limb
Katieís Kitchen Floor
Lonesome Delta Field
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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