The Harmonica Man

(Poem circa 1970)

The Harmonica man is there again
Chewing a bone that the chicken has provided
He, the father of the house of many children
Gives permission and the little ones rise and place their chairs
Appropriately the youngest boy asks if Dad will play?
The Harmonica man smiles, the boy is his favourite
Sunday after tea, six-thirty
The glistening organ – family famous
Is played
The impatient little ones endure.


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