Matariki Poetry

We have been writing poetry about the moon, about the stars, about the early morning and about Matariki which begins next week.

This is Evan's piece:

Matariki

A time for a celebration

The new year

The early morning

Pink waves across the sky

Matariki

A walk to the beach

A bonfire

The food

Fire roaring with glee

Matariki

Giant man like kites

They feel fresh in the delicate wind

The smell of kumara

It flies to the sky

The fire brings some of the meat

To the soil

Matariki

We sing a waiata

Vibrations fill the air

Birds sing along too

Loud belches of the haka

It keeps us in on the action

Matariki

We celebrate for the whole day

It’s dark

The stars they play in the heavens

7 sisters in a cloak in the sky

And that’s Matariki

This is Alex's:

THE MOON SHINES BRIGHT

The moon shines bright.

When it reaches into a werewolf's site.

It gives them a big chunk of might.

So hide tight! When the moon shines bright.

Walk slow so the werewolf’s won't know you are there.

When the moon shines low.

There is no need to go slow

or hide tight because

They will be hiding deep below.

This Addison's:

MATARIKI POEM

In the early morning I

I sip morning air.

The breeze is light

It feels like night.

I smell the campfire burning

Its steam going up into the night sky.

I see the bright matariki

Waiti waita waipuna-a-rangi…

I can hear the

Birds singing early morning songs in the cold breeze

I remember the haka the people did

The songs by the campfire to keep us warm