Te Pitau Whakarei
15 years ago
28 Jun 2010
A volcano by Isabella
As the volcano blows out heaps of lava the lava drips down the volcano. It looks like tears dripping down a persons face. Red and yellow flowing down on to the ground killing everything in its way.
Seagull by Te Otene Taueki
The seagull floats on the water.
The seagull stares at the golden sand.
He munches anything he can see.
The seagull flops his wings like a tree in gusty wind.
The seagull stares at the golden sand.
He munches anything he can see.
The seagull flops his wings like a tree in gusty wind.
22 Jun 2010
Writing
Kiaora whānau
We have been working on our techniques in writing as a class to make our work more enjoyable and make the reader want to be a part of our story.
Yesterday, we looked at metaphors in poems and 'jazzing up our writing'
Here are our sampls for the day!
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
I took the pen out of my pocket and set it on to a leaf of paper.
I told it to start walking but it stayed where it was.
I slammed my fist in the table and the pen gave a little jump.
It styaed where it was for half an hour.
I sank into a dream of when the pen would start walking and I listened to the pen walk across the paper, out the window and across the street.
Na Max
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I trained my pen to write.
At first it was confused, it looked at me with timid eyes.
I patted its head as it started to write.
The next day, it came to school with me.
It went crazy.
It started to write like mad- stories, poems, metaphors, similes and personification.
The pen ran away.
Na Cheyelle
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
As I'm about to write I say- get off the ground, sit up straight!
We have lots of work to do today!
He did not know what to do, he did not know what to say.
He got up off the floor, then inside- hurray!
I walked him around the plain white street.
Backwards and forwards, here and there.
he ran away in a flash!
After that, I was as happy as ever.
My picture was finished!
Na Isabella
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
I yelled 'go away you stupid pen.'
'Go practice your dancing- just leave me alone.
I slapped its head and quick as a flick, the pen danced all day long.
I stood there and smiled, while watching the pen dance.
I felt as happy as larry.
It danced all the way home, and with a blink of an eye
my luck just came right.
The pen had finished its work that it did all through the night.
Na Tanisha
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
I took the pen's leash off today.
It stood there in deep fear.
It tried to get back on but I didn't let it.
Then it jumped with fear, a piece of paper was coming.
It squirmed a lot when it saw paper.
He shot out from under my legs.
Then he turned around.
I looked in my bag and saw a piece of paper.
I put the pen on top, the pen panicked and ran, ran, ran.
Na Kahurangi
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I released my pen, I released my pen for a walk.
It stood in despair and disbelief for my pen had not moved an inch.
At the stomp of my foot, this got it good and fell to its knees.
My body was enraged and threw it on the page, seeing it stare in horror.
I threw my pencil to give it a clue.
I jumped up and down giving it a frown,
and as it turned, it sprinted for dear life!
Na Abel
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I took my pen for a walk and I grabbed the leash
I took it off him, I let it go and be free.
It thought I was strange and didn't know what I was saying.
I hit his head and it got scared, I wanted it to go.
I didn't know what to do until- I got the pen's enemy....the pencil!
The pencil chased the pen around the paper
until they were tired.
The pen wrote 'Help Me.'
Na Kawhia
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I let my pen go walkabout.
It wouldn't go at first.
I gave it an encouraging yell.
It started to inch its way along.
You annoying contraption!
You should be grateful!
Now get out of here!
It pouted its face at me.
I put my foot down and gave it a boot.
It started to run away furiously.
Na Lucy
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
One day in class, my pen did not want to walk.
I hooked its leash around my wrist and started tugging.
He would not budge.
He was like an old piece of gum stuck to the paper.
My pen got loose, he was a loose hare hopping around and 'twing' he flew.
Come back to the drawing board, you naughty pen!
Na Bailey
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Tonight I took my pen for a walk- I put it on a piece of paper and it did not write at first.
It was scared but I trained it.
It wrote two lines about a worm.
The pen looked at me and smiled.
Na Cheyanne
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Tonight I went on a walk with my pen.
I took the leash and told him to get on with it.
He moved and we both realised that he was writing.
He went crazy, so I returned him to his leash.
I put him back in his cage and he was afraid.
Na Karama
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I shoved my pen out of the cat flap.
He looked at me with worried eyes.
It wondered 'what's happening'
I yelled- shoo, scram, I don't want you anymore!
He looked at me firghtened.
I said 'leave me'
He looked at me unhappily.
He whimpered at me.
He ran and ran away from me.
Na Analijia
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Tonight I took my pen for a walk and took the leash off him.
At first he did not know what I meant
I hit his head softly and he took a few steps back.
He stared at me and I put my foot down.
I said run, run, run until he ran out of ink.
Na Jonathan
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
My pen, as frightened as a horrified bat.
My pen was shivering like an old fruit bat.
The pen crept down from his cotton bed.
My pen was as scared as a toothless cat.
My pen was as fast as a racing cheetah.
My pen wouldn't jump into my hand.
Na Te Otene
We have been working on our techniques in writing as a class to make our work more enjoyable and make the reader want to be a part of our story.
Yesterday, we looked at metaphors in poems and 'jazzing up our writing'
Here are our sampls for the day!
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
I took the pen out of my pocket and set it on to a leaf of paper.
I told it to start walking but it stayed where it was.
I slammed my fist in the table and the pen gave a little jump.
It styaed where it was for half an hour.
I sank into a dream of when the pen would start walking and I listened to the pen walk across the paper, out the window and across the street.
Na Max
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I trained my pen to write.
At first it was confused, it looked at me with timid eyes.
I patted its head as it started to write.
The next day, it came to school with me.
It went crazy.
It started to write like mad- stories, poems, metaphors, similes and personification.
The pen ran away.
Na Cheyelle
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
As I'm about to write I say- get off the ground, sit up straight!
We have lots of work to do today!
He did not know what to do, he did not know what to say.
He got up off the floor, then inside- hurray!
I walked him around the plain white street.
Backwards and forwards, here and there.
he ran away in a flash!
After that, I was as happy as ever.
My picture was finished!
Na Isabella
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
I yelled 'go away you stupid pen.'
'Go practice your dancing- just leave me alone.
I slapped its head and quick as a flick, the pen danced all day long.
I stood there and smiled, while watching the pen dance.
I felt as happy as larry.
It danced all the way home, and with a blink of an eye
my luck just came right.
The pen had finished its work that it did all through the night.
Na Tanisha
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
I took the pen's leash off today.
It stood there in deep fear.
It tried to get back on but I didn't let it.
Then it jumped with fear, a piece of paper was coming.
It squirmed a lot when it saw paper.
He shot out from under my legs.
Then he turned around.
I looked in my bag and saw a piece of paper.
I put the pen on top, the pen panicked and ran, ran, ran.
Na Kahurangi
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I released my pen, I released my pen for a walk.
It stood in despair and disbelief for my pen had not moved an inch.
At the stomp of my foot, this got it good and fell to its knees.
My body was enraged and threw it on the page, seeing it stare in horror.
I threw my pencil to give it a clue.
I jumped up and down giving it a frown,
and as it turned, it sprinted for dear life!
Na Abel
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I took my pen for a walk and I grabbed the leash
I took it off him, I let it go and be free.
It thought I was strange and didn't know what I was saying.
I hit his head and it got scared, I wanted it to go.
I didn't know what to do until- I got the pen's enemy....the pencil!
The pencil chased the pen around the paper
until they were tired.
The pen wrote 'Help Me.'
Na Kawhia
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I let my pen go walkabout.
It wouldn't go at first.
I gave it an encouraging yell.
It started to inch its way along.
You annoying contraption!
You should be grateful!
Now get out of here!
It pouted its face at me.
I put my foot down and gave it a boot.
It started to run away furiously.
Na Lucy
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
One day in class, my pen did not want to walk.
I hooked its leash around my wrist and started tugging.
He would not budge.
He was like an old piece of gum stuck to the paper.
My pen got loose, he was a loose hare hopping around and 'twing' he flew.
Come back to the drawing board, you naughty pen!
Na Bailey
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Tonight I took my pen for a walk- I put it on a piece of paper and it did not write at first.
It was scared but I trained it.
It wrote two lines about a worm.
The pen looked at me and smiled.
Na Cheyanne
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Tonight I went on a walk with my pen.
I took the leash and told him to get on with it.
He moved and we both realised that he was writing.
He went crazy, so I returned him to his leash.
I put him back in his cage and he was afraid.
Na Karama
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Today I shoved my pen out of the cat flap.
He looked at me with worried eyes.
It wondered 'what's happening'
I yelled- shoo, scram, I don't want you anymore!
He looked at me firghtened.
I said 'leave me'
He looked at me unhappily.
He whimpered at me.
He ran and ran away from me.
Na Analijia
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
Tonight I took my pen for a walk and took the leash off him.
At first he did not know what I meant
I hit his head softly and he took a few steps back.
He stared at me and I put my foot down.
I said run, run, run until he ran out of ink.
Na Jonathan
TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK
My pen, as frightened as a horrified bat.
My pen was shivering like an old fruit bat.
The pen crept down from his cotton bed.
My pen was as scared as a toothless cat.
My pen was as fast as a racing cheetah.
My pen wouldn't jump into my hand.
Na Te Otene
14 Jun 2010
Matariki
Kiaora whānau
We have been fully involved this week with Matariki.
Matariki is the Māori name for the small cluster of stars also known as Pleiades, or the Seven sisters, in the Taurus Constellation.
In Āotearoa, it comes into view on the north eastern horizon, appearing in the tail of the Milky Way in the last days of May or in early June, just before dawn.
This heralds the Māori New Year.
Matariki is also associated with the Winter Solstice. It appears when the sun, drifting north on the shortest day in winter, reaches the north-eastern end of the horizon. The sun then turns around and begins its journey south.
Check out our phots and also a short clipping from YouTube- about Matariki for 2010.
We have been fully involved this week with Matariki.
Matariki is the Māori name for the small cluster of stars also known as Pleiades, or the Seven sisters, in the Taurus Constellation.
In Āotearoa, it comes into view on the north eastern horizon, appearing in the tail of the Milky Way in the last days of May or in early June, just before dawn.
This heralds the Māori New Year.
Matariki is also associated with the Winter Solstice. It appears when the sun, drifting north on the shortest day in winter, reaches the north-eastern end of the horizon. The sun then turns around and begins its journey south.
Check out our phots and also a short clipping from YouTube- about Matariki for 2010.
3 Jun 2010
More writing
Kia ora ano Whānau
Here are some more tuhinga from our Tamariki in Te Pouahi Tekau Ma Rima,,
Tamariki were given 2 pictures to look at and from these- use som eof your 5 senses, Metaphors, similes and vivid descriptions to lead the reader into your writing.
"WHITE"
The snow was as white as a winter partridgeman. Artic hares ran around the houses and eagles soared around the mountain. The houses looked like iced cakes in the sunlight and the ground as if a baker had sprinkled icing sugar all over it.
The snow covered mountain watched over the valley in the dying sun and thought of how much time he was going to stay in his pearly white cloak.
He peered into the sky and saw God uncurling his white beard.
Na Max
"Food"
The Zebra fell victim to the mighty Lioness who gave the Zebra goosebumps as she chased him until he weakened in his legs. He heard the fierce predator charging from behind, he must have made a good meal!
Na Neihana
"Food"
As I see the deeathening blood drip down its face, I heard its Mother scream. The wind stopped then the grass stood still as the Cheetah took its prey.
I felt the coldness on the grass as I ran, ran and ran.
Na Tanisha
Here are some more tuhinga from our Tamariki in Te Pouahi Tekau Ma Rima,,
Tamariki were given 2 pictures to look at and from these- use som eof your 5 senses, Metaphors, similes and vivid descriptions to lead the reader into your writing.
"WHITE"
The snow was as white as a winter partridgeman. Artic hares ran around the houses and eagles soared around the mountain. The houses looked like iced cakes in the sunlight and the ground as if a baker had sprinkled icing sugar all over it.
The snow covered mountain watched over the valley in the dying sun and thought of how much time he was going to stay in his pearly white cloak.
He peered into the sky and saw God uncurling his white beard.
Na Max
"Food"
The Zebra fell victim to the mighty Lioness who gave the Zebra goosebumps as she chased him until he weakened in his legs. He heard the fierce predator charging from behind, he must have made a good meal!
Na Neihana
"Food"
As I see the deeathening blood drip down its face, I heard its Mother scream. The wind stopped then the grass stood still as the Cheetah took its prey.
I felt the coldness on the grass as I ran, ran and ran.
Na Tanisha
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