Poems by David Campbell
Harry Pearce
... He walked in Time across the plain, ...
The Stockman
... and with the reins looped through his arm ...
To The Art of Edgar Degas
... But stone that moves, tired stone that leans ...
Men In Green
... ) Their eyes were bright, their looks were dull ...
Up North
... And each half-hour they change the lead, ...
At The Sheep-Dog Trials
... Fought tooth to tooth, they joined ...
