Rex Ingamells

(1913 - 1955 / Australia)

Boomerang - Poem by Rex Ingamells

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This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,
was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped
at a Warrior who chipped at it with pieces of flint,
and formed it by meticulous dint upon dint.
Outside his wurly he sat beside a tree,
and chipped at it patiently for hours - not for me,
but to kill the Wallaby in the rocky pass,
to kill the fat wild Turkey hiding in the grass.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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