Maori poem

 

ROTAROTA

MANAWA

AROHA

NGAKAU TANGI

AUE

WEHEA NEI

AHI

                            TEINA

my WW2 poem

Fear Cloudy, grey smoke drifts over me as I hide in a trench. Burning skin as bombs hit my fellow soldiers. Loud, scary guns and bombs as I run to safety. Worried and tense being in a trench with the  enemy above my head. Blood dripping down my face as I fall to the         hard ground. I hope I will make it through this war. Teina Cassidy