Poem: ‘The Great Plant Collector’
Alan Bold, 22 January 1987
i.m. David Douglas, 1798-1834
Accompanied by eagles, David Douglas trecked Through forests and rivers in search of seed. Wet or wounded, he remained undaunted: His roots in Scone, his crown outside.
The Indians called him ‘grassman’, Watched him paddle his own canoe. He went through rapids, escaped from a whirlpool, There seemed nothing he wouldn’t do.
David Douglas, in...