Here you will find the Poem News of the Sun of poet Rex Ingamells
The noon is on the cattle-track; the air is void of sound, except where crows, poised burning-black, cry to the dusty ground. Through mulga and mirage go none but brazen Boolee now, scorning the mercy of the sun beneath the niggard bough. But suddenly the mulga stirs; the hot leaves flash like stars; and, threading song on wing-beat whirrs, burst flights of gay galahs.
