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David Campbell

(16 July 1915 - 29 July 1979 / Ellerslie)

Poems of David Campbell

1. At The Sheep-Dog Trials 4/6/2010
2. Harry Pearce 1/1/2004
3. Men in Green 1/1/2004
4. Mothers and Daughters 5/23/2012
5. The Stockman 1/1/2004
6. To The Art of Edgar Degas 4/6/2010
7. Up North 1/1/2004

Harry Pearce

I sat beside the red stock route
and chewed a blade of bitter grass
and saw in mirage on the plain
a bullock wagon pass.
Old Harry Pearce was with his team.
"The flies are bad," I said to him.

The leaders felt his whip, It did
me good to hear old Harry swear,

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