Analysis of Harps on the Streets

I ply the streets with music
Stores or park or square
Wherever folks are busy
And needing peace and care.
The songs seem almost corny
The stuff of Grandpa’s Rest.
From campfire or Ship’s belly.
Harmonicas play best.
And sometimes One
Will stop to chat.
The song a door to Past.
When troubles needed antidote
When sorrow had amassed.
But through the Vale
They ventured to
Faith’s Brightest Shore beyond.
And they say thanks
Or drop a coin.
Community responds.