<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harry Pearce</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">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>&quot;The flies are bad,&quot; I said to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Campbell">David Campbell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361243" data-title="Harry Pearce de David Campbell" data-description="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. &quot;The flies are bad,&quot; I said to him. The leaders felt his whip, It did me good t..."></div> </div> </div>

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