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.