Going home to Murrabinna

As I place my palm against the cool of the lime stone brick I’m transported back to the days When Murrabinna buzzed And families gathered, Songs were sung And children giggled ....because this is the house that Jack built

Today she stands all broken down Ceilings torn Floor boards broken Doors amiss Fireplace blackened Fences crumbled ....this was the house that Jack built

In the lands surround The wangami scramble Pinyali roam Muldhari stalk And kookaki call ....this is the land Jack owned

Today she stands still and silent Empty and lonely Broken and torn Fragile and frail Derelict and weak ....this is the place Jack left Amid the silence The animals scamper The trees sway The birds sing The ancestors breathe A sweet sigh of relief “You’re home”, they say .....this is the place I belong

Words and Photography Dylan Muldari Ko:rni Peisley