Kea Poem

Kea

  Glorious and glistening, te Ra rises 

over magical mountains

Majestic manu awakes

 Kea, expanding  wings, 

a burst of sunset colours fill the morning air

Diving down, gliding  peacefully through the crispy cold air 

                                        Warm colours like  burning lava, 

                               cool colours like the deep, dark moana

Squawking echoing above the maunga

Landing in an alpine larch in search of kai

Dark beady eyes lined in yellow look down

Eyes as black as thunderclouds

Sharp, curved beak opens 

Dispensing  a piercing sound

Knife like talons open 

Swoop down and grab food  

Looking curiously at the sinking sun

and speeding cars

Then spreads out its wings and flies silently home.

Te Aitanga Pepeke

Life Of A Tree Connections Poem

Life Of A Tree

Seedlings blowing through raw air
Sprouting in dark clay
Years pass
Twisted and tangled roots dig deeper into the earth
sunlight seen seeping through gaping gaps
 in pear green leaves
wind blowing softly
talking to whispering leaves
Cherry pink flowers blossoming
shining in the light
Petals cover the ground in
a thick pink foliage
Bark rough, textured to perfection
Soft spongy moss grips on to hard bark,
Crisp and cracking from lack of water
Sunlight sparkles onto dancing leaves
This is the life of a tree

My Selfie Poem

I am from the dog barking loudly upstairs,
from the clatter of forks and the gushing of the tap.

I am from the tricking sound of water

from the creek in the backyard,

and the feel of dog fur on the ground.

I am from the huge leaves of a rhubarb bush,

from the West Coast basketball team thundering down the court.

The fat palm tree growing a lonely flax bush,

from the comfort of watching a movie upstairs.

I’m from “Tea’s ready,” and “Did you feed the pets,”

and from gossiping parents

and grandparents

and sleepy heads.

I’m from sitting in the sun and telling the dog,

“Do you want to go for a walk!”

and from the clatter of dinner plates

and “What do you want for tea?”

I’m from “Be kind to your brother.” and “Don’t hit!”

From the pages of Harry Potter, and “Stop it I do not like it!”.

I am from a family of art and drawing

and watercolour painting in the sun.
I am from cooling of in the creek,

catching moths in the garden.

I am from the burning heat of Perth Australia

and G’day mate and vegemite.

The sound of chicken in the frying pan

and boring vanilla ice - cream,

from the sadness of moving away from my grandad,

his calm and kind nature makes me happy.

A collection of letters from my grandad,

and a special gifted crystal koala

sit in my drawer glowing with memories.

SLJ Day 4 Like A Sence Out Of A Movie Week 3

Activity 1 The Southern Lights

Lime green streaks litter the sky

Icey blue clouds drift by slowly

Great crowds gather under the bright lights

Hundreds of tiny specks dance the sky

Tomorrow the wonderful lights vanish

Activity 2 The Seven Sisters

Long ago there was man named Mītai, Mītai had seven older
 brothers, they all loved themselves so much that they could not
marry anyone less beautiful than them.

One day Mītai and his brothers went hunting when they heard
beautiful singing. They followed the music and they found the
most beautiful women they had ever seen.
All the women had long golden hair, and when they looked
at each brother they all fell in love. Mītai warned his brothers
that these women would bring harm but they did not listen.
So all seven brothers took the women back to their village where
they made them their wives.

Mītais brothers did not go hunting, instead they went to catch
kaimoana (seafood) for their wives which was all they ate.
Since the brothers had to look after their wives they did not
have time to look after themselves, so they got really skinny.

Mītai noticed that the wahine (women) never left their houses, but
one day when Mītai’s brothers were hunting they came back and their
wives were missing. Mītai koraua told him that he must watch the
women because the are the fairy women and have been looking
for ways to
come back.

Mītai hid behind a tree and waited for the women to come out, but he
noticed that there was six fantails sitting in a tree, and then he saw
one more fly out of one of the houses and land with the others.
Mītai turned himself into a kereru so that he could watch the fantails.

Mītai overheard what the women were saying and they
said that they had a plan to starve his brothers to death.
So mītiai flew back to the village and warned his brothers, they did
not believe him but then they look at themselves and agreed
to come up with a plan to get rid of the women.

So one day they got magic nets and waited outside the houses
for the women to fly out, and when they flew out the men caught
the fantails and they turned back into women and begged their
husbands to set them free. Then Mītai took the nets and turned
into an albatross and flew the nets up to the God of the stars.
He asked him to put the women far far away.
So God of the stars did and once a year the beauty
of the women can be seen and they are now known as the
Seven Sisters.

Activity 3 Crazy, Cool Clouds   

I choose photo one. To me it looks like a stuffed rabbit sitting like
a human. I also see a funny looking cartoon moose.
If you turn it upside down it sort of look like a dog crossed with a
human.

Photo found on the Summer Learning Journey Website

Weaving Poem

Clotho starts to weave the basket of life

The never-ending line of reed

Tangled together like my family

Lachesis dispensing the thread

Going over and under, in and out

Spokes standing strong and sturdy like my family

Lachesis being kind making my life long

Reed braided together hugging each other

The thread is coming to a finish

As the last piece of reed comes to an end

Atropos appears out of nowhere

Snip!

The basket is finished.

Hermit Poem

Hermits

Lives in complete isolation

Staring up at constellations

Where he lives he will never tell

Hidden away in a dark gloomy shell

Sitting by himself feeling  alone

Next to an ancient grey  stone

Under  calm turquoise seas

Sitting as quiet as can be

On top of the crab sits a vivid shell

Emerging from the sea around  

a salty smell