Harmonica Blues Poem by Granville Holt

And you could hear that lonesome freight train horn,
Then as it faded away someone played
'Amazing Grace' on the harmonica,
Before I rounded where the dirt road curved
They changed to a haunting 'Streets Of Loredo',
Just as I stopped by a little stream
'Sweet Betsy From Pike' carried on the wind,
As I sipped that cool clear water I heard
'Beautiful Dreamer' and 'Red River Valley',
So I layed back on the green, green grass
While that iron harp sung 'Danny Boy' so blue
I closed my eyes with 'Away In A Manger'
Last thing I remember is 'Swing Low Sweet Chariot'
I opened my eyes to 'Morning Has Broken'