The Pouwhenua

At school my class and I have been learning about the Pouwhenua. I have learnt that they are Maori carvings. Carvings that tell about Maori ancestors from the 19th and 18th centenary and that have stories behind them. Myths and legends. I know I didn't do many slides in this activity maybe next time I should add more information about why it is Spiritual. But overall I think I did a wonderful job and I have been busy with the drawings.   

A picture Story

We are learning to use sequence  to make a story by using images in our writing. I thought I did good working with my buddy Rheanna. PLEASE look at Rheanna's blog! I hope everyone will enjoy the pictures we have been creating.

Taonga

At school me and the class have been learning the Maori word 'Taonga'. It is a Maori word for 'Treasure'. I picked the water, sea and ocean as the treasures because  the Maori had a powerful connection a bond with the water sea and ocean and Papatūānuku (the Earth Mother) and had spiritual bonds. We have to protect the water, ocean and the sea so that we have clean fresh water to drink and sea animals can swim. That is why I picked water,sea and ocean as TAOGNA.  

Nowhere

At school the children in my class and I have been doing writing in past tense. We had to be a thing example a bottle or a book. This is my story about a bottle. We had to be that thing like I had to be the bottle in the story. Please comment on how you thought my story was. Was it good, great? Oh and please give me some helpful feedback on what I should work on in my writing. 

Planning    

Out to Nowhere

          A story about a bottle that was drifted into the sea

It was the year 1812 a ship called the Lucky Dodger sailed onto the heavenly sea. It was a colour of rich brown that shone in the golden rays of sunlight. Its sail was the colour of pearl white, which the wind blew gently. Blue sky that was the colour of rich ocean blue but lighter because of the sun that had brightened the atmosphere. I was on the counter at that time with my bottle brothers and sisters. We saw with great pleasure the Hairy Pirates. They were all very different but the one thing that was the same about them was… they were all very HAIRY. Long beards that were shaded in four colours; raven black mud brown platinum grey and milky white. They were just enjoying their time drinking until...

Suddenly, when I was on the counter enjoying the golden sun with my bottle brothers and sisters a drunkard Pirate held on to me like he wanted some more. He looked at me with his dark gloomy narrow eyes as if he thought I wasn’t enough to drink. So, promptly he threw me in the air and I plunged into the ocean. As the ship sailed away into the distance I realized I was nowhere. I was just by myself as a bottle that had floated away. For days and days I was floating and for days and days I was drifting in the blue ocean. I was like this until I finally reached an island.

An island of Paradise. I looked up and it was the most extraordinary island I had ever seen in my bottle life! The golden sand I had landed in was dry and warm from the sun  it shone on me as if I had sparkled. I saw random people that were enjoying their happiness with their hearts content. I adored the island. There were green trees that were blowing in with the cooler wind. The trees were obviously taller than me. Some were tall like giraffes. I was very happy to be in an island that had happy people but will I get picked up by someone?

“Hey look. There’s something shiny in the sand” one said. “Maybe it’s a coin!” the other replied. “Or maybe a beautiful bottle that we need for our counter for selling drinks!” the other suggested. The men came towards me and looked at me with bulged eyes. Their eyes were big as tennis balls and were opened-mouthed. A man picked me up in his warm hand and said “The most beautiful green bottle we had ever seen in our lives”. “It’s very clean too and shiny because it was washed up in the sea!”. The men glanced at each other and suggested “Let's take the bottle, clean it up and use it for drinks”. The men nodded and the man carried me to his delightful stand.  Now here I am on the stand enjoying the golden sun with the other bottles and what a day and what a life for a bottle like me.