Poems by Eddie Draper
OLD DITCH We all knew ole "Ditch" who lived behind the levee He fished them catfish beyond blind a legend of the line--- Rowboat oar he'd guide the pole where no man knew but he- On sandbar he'd be standin' tall Ole "Ditch," dem’ worms and me--- Mister Eddie - pull yo’ line you sho' nuff reeled your best As I waken from my dream Ole "Ditch" He's fishin' yet--- |
LONESOME DELTA FIELD I'm just a lonesome Delta field left fallow to the plow My owner can't afford my plight a hundred years am I--- Chopper's chopping - turn my weeds Once cotton - once was beans- Magnolia State forsake me not I still seek profit in my dreams--- Who can afford an acre's dirt? No future for this earth- Grown men cry - a loss unheard A lonesome Delta field to curse--- |
PECKERWOOD DEADNING Peckerwood-I heed you calling me- the cotton gin- Edna Ma your hallowed walls Memory never fainting me Big Daddy nor the fields--- Oh faith be mine- Old recalls serve me well- On Burchfield's Place Across the dell Back forty and the mules- The well-the shop-the old homestead The blacks upon the porch- A friend of mine was Cooterville And Bessy - Doris too- And Buddy Coon Who walked the ditch A wiser drunk unseen- And Eddie-Charlie and Robert Ed Our muscles flexed to toil- Now turn our backs upon the soil- Peckerwood deadning live on Live on--- Those tractor days Tho' over now At least amongst our youth- We carry on and hold the grasp Yet still we dream the past--- |
DELTA FORCE The Clevelands and the Boyleians the Merigoldians and the Drewians--- Galactic war - the fiercest clan the target's emblem's spar The Tallahatchies glide thru space unseen on Rulevena--- And Linn and all the Malvina court stand judged at Rosedale port--- And Waxhaw transports Captain Shaw toward Glendora past the Anguilla sky--- Oh Perthshire what do you desire on Beulah's landing break? A truce at Lillo's cross the table manna at sunburst If the Lelandites agree--- |
BACKYARDS Can't you hear the backyards 'cross the neighborhood- Dogs in bark - fences bound cats prowl among the woods--- Midnight anguish waiting still Silence breaks its vow- Stairway to a backyard grill The scent still guides me now--- New mown grass on summer's eve Helps me remember youth- a squeaky seat on swaying swing I sip quietly on a backyard view--- |
MY ANGEL MUST HAVE JUST ONE WING My angel must have just one wing She does not visit oft'- But when she soars around my realms my spirits break on loft--- My angel must have just one wing my luck no constant streak--- But what beauty - 'neath that wing Protector's guiding meek--- My angel must have just one wing Oh fly my way and light- And curl yon web and drape my soul I need your wing tonight--- |
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