Boomerang - Rex Ingamells

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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Rex Ingamells (1913 – 1955) Australia

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