Christmas Poem

Christmas, the time of family and gifts.

Trees wearing lights like scarves.

Stars on the top of their heads like shimmering hats.

Artificial snowmen hanging from them like earrings.

Reading Christmas stories for them to imagine movies

Of the Grinch and his journey in the snow of icing sugar.

Pohutukawa and their reaching fingers, longing to be chosen for a BBQ.

Knowing the true meaning of a warm NZ Christmas.

Poem

Poems are movies you can’t watch.

You can see everything so vivid,

Yet it’s like a dream world.

And everyone has their own world.

My sky is a warm cotton blue blanket.

My moon is a cheese eaten by mice.

My mud is melted chocolate in a brown bowl.

My birds are paper planes gliding up, and down.

Your sky could be a mixture of cotton candy and blue fizzy.

Your moon could be a banana punctured by needles.

Your mud could be chocolate ice cream and chocolate sauce.

And your birds could be knives slicing through hard winds.

Silver

☝☝☝☝☝

Silver, 

The colour of a knight in glistening armour,

Ready to save maidens,

 Hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

Silver,

The colour of spoons in a warm, cosy kitchen,

Scooping up ice cream from porcelain bowls,

Filling up my hungry stomach.

Silver,

The colour of a cage holding back a foul beast,

Ready to rip anything to shreds,

Banging against the unbreakable bars.

Silver,

The colour of a tank made for war,

Gun at the ready to blow up soldiers,

And you will always know it will take a hit.

And finally, a sword, main weapon,

For a knight.

Blue

The ocean, 

Shimmering bright and miles to explore,

Like stars shining in the vast

Night sky.

A water balloon,

Exploding as it collides with a friends bare chest,

Droplets of water flying free

Only to land on burning concrete.

A blue t-shirt,

Flapping in the wind,

Trying ever so hard to break free

After being wet from a fierce water battle.

Tears,

Created by sadness and loss,

Rolling down cheeks

Like rivers of sorrow.

And finally, the sky,

Infinity and beyond.

Blue.

Myth about Earthquakes

Earthquakes are strange things. They cause the ground underneath us to move, but for what reason? Why do they make the ground shake? Why do they happen? You may find my myth interesting, or a bit disturbing. Please go with the first one.

All of you must know Papatuanuku, the Mother Earth, right? This myth is mostly about her. This happened after Papatuanuku and Ranginui were separated. While Ranginui was crying and created rain, Papatuanuku was suffering pain. And not just by heartbreak. She was pregnant. Of course, she can have babies whenever she wants because she is the goddess of the world.

Her pain parted the land. She shuddered and screamed. This went on for only minutes. She had babies all over the land. She called all of them the Maungas. Many in the center of Te Ika a Maui (North Island) and Te Waka Pounamu (South Island). The Maori called the shakes kumekume a Ruaumoko (a bit of a mouthful) a.k.a earthquakes.

How Snails Got There Shells.

Do you ever wonder where snails got their shells? They are small insects (that can be big), and hermaphrodites, which are both boys and girls. They are slimy, and only walk on one foot! This is my story about how snails got their shell.

Once upon a time, 2,000 years ago, there were no snails. Only  slugs. They were the weakest of prey. The birds could see them a mile away (meaning of speech). They had no defence at night and no shelter. They were dying out quickly. By 16 A.D, there were 5 million slugs. By 17 A.D, there were 2 million slugs. By 18 A.D, there were 5 hundred thousand slugs left. On 20 A.D, there were only a few hundred left.

There was a plant called the Curling Stalk. It was like a koru, but the roots were coming out at around the neck. They were weeds. They killed other plants to take the water and to reproduce. People decided to kill all of the Curling Stalks because they were destroying their food. They cut the head off of the plant right under the roots and left the head there to rot.

A slug called Ngata was wondering around, when suddenly, a bird was screeching above him. He looked for some shelter to hide in, and he saw a Curling Stalk head. He ate the inside and curled up inside. After a few minutes, he heard the screeching fading away. He poked out his head and saw that the coast was clear. He tried to climb out, but it was too tight. It stayed on him. He decided to walk back and show his friends. Some of them thought it was a good idea, and some of them thought it was a terrible idea. They stayed as slugs. People called the new creatures snails.

How Kapiti Island Came To Be

Have you ever wondered how Kapiti Island was made? Well, let me tell you. But first things first. I need to describe the island. It is a beautiful island of nature and native birds. And you when you live in Waikanae, it looks like a man lying down with a blanket over him. Now let's get on with the story.

Once, there was a huge giant. He was a Maori Giant. No one knew what his name was, but he was very unusual. His father was a giant and his mother was a normal person. He lived in a tribe called the Ngati Poneke.

He made friends with many children in the Ngati Poneke. But the parents did not trust him. They thought of a way to get rid of him. They asked a nearby tribe called the Te Ati Awa to see if they can kill him.

What the Ngati Poneke didn't know was that the Te Ati Awa were looking for land. They didn't have enough land to plant food.The Ngati Poneke had lots of land and lots of food, so the Te Ati Awa decided to trick the Ngati Poneke. The Te Ati Awa will kill them instead. They decided to attack the next day.

The Te Ati Awa were surprised that the Ngati Poneke had such amazing warriors. The Ngati Poneke were fighting valiantly and were filled with determination. They were beating the battle. The only unlucky bit was that sadly, the giant's mum was killed in the battle. The giant was extremely upset. His mother died, The parents from the Ngati Poneke did not want him. He wandered out to sea and cried. He weaved a blanket while he was crying and he finally made one big enough to wear. He pulled the blanket over him so the world wouldn't see him. He cried so much, he turned to stone.

The children were also mortified. They decided to call the giant stone, Kapiti Island. And that was how Kapiti Island came to be.