[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Gumtops (1935).]
Fire Behind the Hills
I saw a fire behind the hills in the night.
Red and sinister was the glow;
Slowly it grew till it silhouetted
The gums of the crest-lines like demons in a row.
There was wizardry and witchcraft:
Pale stars by evils were wrapped in a swoon,
While fast the dire glare spread. Then all the awed earth
Was bathed in the blaze of the blood-red Moon
Rex Ingamells. Gumtops, F. W. Preece & Sons, Adelaide, 1935, page 31
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