David Campbell - The Stockman

The sun was in the summer grass, <br />the Coolibahs* were twisted steel; <br />the stockman paused beneath their shade <br />and sat upon his heel, <br />and with the reins looped through his arm <br />he rolled tobacco in his palm. <br /> <br />His horse stood still, His cattle-dog <br />tongued in the shadow of the tree, <br />and for a moment on the plain <br />Time waited for the three, <br />and then the stockman licked his fag <br />and Time took up his solar swag. <br /> <br />I saw the stockman mount and ride, <br />across the mirage on the plain; <br />and still that timeless moment brought <br />fresh ripples to my brain; <br />it seemed in that distorting air <br />I saw his grandson sitting there.<br /><br />David Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stockman/