John M. Campbell

Also known as "Dry Pavement," I think this poem is an appropriate reminder when driving on snowy roads like this day in Denver. The...

I took the family for a visit to the Great Sand Dunes National Park in central Colorado. We parked at the campground and set up our...

I wrote this poem for Angela, our project business manager, as she was leaving our project for a new opportunity. The Peter mentioned in...

I wrote this poem in frustration. At the time I was managing a team who installed a new system that ran 24-hours-a-day. The system was...

I wrote this poem for my brother-in-law, Jerrell Black. At the time they lived in the woods of Conifer, Colorado. Their driveway off the...

Pete Blodgett was a tiny, rotund man with a huge intellect who loved the finer things in life. He was sent to Denver to help grow the...

When writing proposals for new work with the government, we engineers loved designing new systems to meet a set of requirements. But most...

I read this poem in a bar in Morrison, Colorado where we met to celebrate Jane Lobby's retirement. She was an engineer who had devoted...

Jesse Seals was a smart young man who tested our software before we released it to Operations. He showed up every day in a T-shirt and...

This is my first poem as an engineer, written about the Northrop B-2 Bomber project. At that time, when we wanted to make copies of a...

This poem describes the trip to Bath from London in the rental car with my family. I learned to drive in Australia when in high school in...