My Favourite Colour Poem

My Favourite Colour

Blue

Blue feels like I’m floating on the ocean with glowing starfish. Blue feels like fresh chewy blueberries. Blue is a symbol for sad on a dull day I always feel blue. Blue tastes like my favourite milkshake with blueberries on top. Blue is a symbol for grey sharks floating in the ocean.

Blue is my mum’s top that she wore on her 40th birthday

Biography Poem

Thing I Abhor

The sun burning my skin on a hot day. Seeing my mother or Father get hurt.Going to a family member's funeral and see them laid to rest. Moving houses and leaving friends behind. Changing schools because it’s a different environment. Being woken up early in the morning

Auto Biography Poem

Things I Adore.

Walking in the rain as if it was just me and the world. Playing with my cousin’s puppy until I can’t breathe. Singing to my Mum when she is sick. Drinking hot chocolate on a chilly day. Forgiving people who have hurt me. Reading books on a summer day under a shady tree

All About Me Biography Poem

DanielleFunny, Kind, Unique, and Generous at times. Second oldest of two silly sisters named Taniesha and Cherise, also one crazy little brother named Jahsiah. Lover of animals, music, sports, and technology Who feels silly, excited, creative and emotional. Who needs closure on a daily basis. Who freely gives laughter all over the school. Fears dark places and armed people. Who would like to discover a pirates treasure. Resident of Glen Innes in Auckland 
Mailata is her family name

Drill, Drill, Drill

In this picture Phoenix is drilling a hole with a wooden drill. We all had a turn it was very hard for me because we has to balance the drill so that it was straight and tall. Tama was very good at drilling on his first try I thought it was very smart how they used this drill in the ancient times I was so fascinated.

Rock Warriors

Thursday August 2 2012.
The Rock Warriors
Retold by Danielle Azaria Mailata

Many many years ago, there lived two tribes on Ngongotaha Mountain. There were handsome and beautiful woman, gentlemen and children, but the other tribe were giants called Tipua people and they were smelly and yucky.

One day the Tipua warriors were planning to take over the Patupaiarehe people’s village. The people of the Patupaiarehe could feel thumping and so one of the people ran up to see what all the noise was and they  saw that it was the giant warriors. The people ran to their leader so that he could help them because their leader knew how to use magic spells and he was very good at it.

The chief had a plan. He went to the top of the Ngongotaha mountain and made a fire and started to chant an old spell that he learnt when he was a kid. He did not know if this would work but he tried his hardest.  When the Tipua Warriors stopped to have a rest they stood there too long and became stuck and their skin started to get stiff and hard and they soon realised that the spell had worked and they turned into rocks.

Some people say that on a sunny and cold day, they can hear the rock warriors moaning, probably because they are so uncomfortable from standing in the same spot for a very long time..

Monday 15 August 2012.
Many years ago Rata was wandering, and feeling very maudlin as he walked across the stream by the bank. He wanted to go find his father because he had died not so long ago, but Rata was not able to attend his funeral. Rata was thinking and thinking and suddenly he found himself in the  forest. So Rata wandered around the forest looking for a big enough tree to make a waka for him to go get his father.  Rata gave a sigh of relief because he remembered that there was a totara tree not far from where he lived. So Rata went to the totora tree and he cut it down and he cut of all the chips so it was nice and smooth.

Early the next morning, Rata was stunned with surprise because he could not see the tree that he had cut down and chipped, and there were no leaves or branches, nothing, it was bare. He was struck with wonder and he had no explanation of where the tree had gone. So he cut down the tree a second time. This time he carved it and made it hollow. It was smooth and it had no leaves or branches. When night fell he went home and had a rest.

The following morning the tree was gone. He felt like crying. He dropped onto his knees and felt very maudlin again. He was so determined to make this waka now, that he had made it hollow, and had smoothed it out and made sure it was tough and solid. When night fell he  went home. Rata came back to see the if the Totora tree was still laying on the ground. He was amazed to see  the birds and insects working together to fix the tree up. He was happy that now he knew what was happening to the tree. He could not help it but come out of the dark. The birds were silent and they all disappeared. He shouted  “Okay I get it, I will never ever cut a tree again, I am so sorry”. A small voice said to him, “You can cut a tree but you will have to ask Tanemahuta, the god of the forest”.

The following morning he saw a waka and he said to himself, “Is this mine?”. A small voice said yes. From that day onwards he never ever forgot what these birds and Tane Mahuta did for him.