Words and feature image by Dylan Muldari Ko:rni Peisley
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 brokenDoors 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
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