I am a Year 8 student at Glenbrae School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 7 and my teacher is Mrs Tofa.
Friday, 31 July 2015
Maori words
This week was Maori Language Week. I learnt some new words from the text I read for my reading activity.
Words in Maori
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Names in Maori
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Paua- A shelled seafish
Tapu- Restricted or apart
Pipi - A common edible bivalve
Rata - Large forest tree with hard red timber.
Totara - Large forest trees with prickly olive green leaves.
Piwakawaka - A fantail bird
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Tumatauenga -
Tangaroa - Leader of all sea animals.
Atua - A God or demon
of his/her group
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Maori words,
new words,
Reading,
text,
writing
Sunday, 26 July 2015
Poetry Recital
This morning,the whole of Glenbrae School walked down the school Hall and had their first ever Poetry Recital. There were 3 people that presented each class.
Our class presenters were, Maara, Angelica and Moses.
Maara was introduced and thanked by DoraMata
Angelica was introduced and thanked by Lindakiki and Fraser
Moses was introduced and thanked by
It was very fun and exciting to watch the rest of the school because it was nice and funny.
Our class presenters were, Maara, Angelica and Moses.
Maara was introduced and thanked by DoraMata
Angelica was introduced and thanked by Lindakiki and Fraser
Moses was introduced and thanked by
It was very fun and exciting to watch the rest of the school because it was nice and funny.
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3 per class,
Poetry,
recital,
School hall
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
Horse Poem remade
The Brown pastel makes my heart pump, chosen out with responsibility, producing the blueprint of a colt when already it’s there all done, a extraordinary alluring employment ; then shading the colts in brown as strong, infrequently going up the perimeter but often filling up the area after fright or confusion and embracing in the carton, eyes slowly close for something more or less surprising for the azure and finding inmost blue by calamity.
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Horse Poem remade
My Mothers Coat : Poem Remade
As a infant
I remember feeling warm
covered
in my Mum’s coat
I think I looked
absurd,
big buttons
emerging from the folds
that was the only thing
there for me
I’d always commemorate
Its uncommon threads
Amazing and boorish
its Tenderness
negate their clout
its tivaevae-like board
of light thin fibre
An active amour
across harsh winters
The colours loud
Screaming for consideration
and capacity
My mum constantly wore
the coat with Delight
undaunted
by its climax aftermath
outlining her out
in a Papaa circle
But combined appealing
at each puputuanga
I do commemorate
with adolescent antipathy
abandon my mum’s coat
“not for me”
the abhorrent design
bizarre colours
and a stiff fit
I didn’t want
to be striking
If only I knew then
What I know right
now
She wears it always
Her jewelry of ego
dazzling and blazing
and not long ago
I tested it
after abounding years
admitting it’s not “really me”
It’s because of mum
I can definitely
sew my own
Hope you enjoy/ understand my poem!
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My Mothers Coat : Poem Remade
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