David Campbell - Harry Pearce

I sat beside the red stock route <br />and chewed a blade of bitter grass <br />and saw in mirage on the plain <br />a bullock wagon pass. <br />Old Harry Pearce was with his team. <br />"The flies are bad," I said to him. <br /> <br />The leaders felt his whip, It did <br />me good to hear old Harry swear, <br />and in the heat of noon it seemed <br />his bullocks walked on air. <br />Suspended in the amber sky <br />they hauled the wool to Gundagai. <br /> <br />He walked in Time across the plain, <br />and old man walking on the air, <br />for years he wandered in my brain; <br />and now he lodges there. <br />And he may drive his cattle still <br />when Time with us had had his will.<br /><br />David Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harry-pearce/