Maori Week

This week has been all about Maori culture. We have been doing very fun things about Maori. We have written our own Pepeha's which is a way to introduce yourself. We have made pois out of different coloured wool and fabrics. It has been so fun! I really enjoyed showing my grandparents how to make them and dancing with them. We did some art of the native birds of New Zealand. I made a morpork . We got to choose how we did the art I choose to do my one in watercolour. We also have been writing our own made up legends/myths. I made one up about how moreporks got their bright eyes. Here is my story...

How The Morpork Got It’s Bright Eyes

Long , long ago Aroha the love girl was walking in the forest. She loves the whenua and the things that live in it. She loved the trees and the many birds. She was singing. Her beautiful voice echoed through the forest and the birds listened. She began to get very tired so she layed down on the forest floor and looked up to the marmama.

It was bright yellow shining down on her.  Aroha was not alone on the tree beside her there sat a Morpork. He was singing his tune. His voice was angelic. His voice was magical. It was like a lullaby to Aroha and she fell into a deep sleep.  She loved his sweet song and she loved the marama. In her sleep, she dreamed the marama fell to the ground and the Morpork sat on top of it.

The marama and the Morpork spackled. The wind howled. The marama and the Morpork combined.  She woke and saw the Morpork but he had changed. He had the most beautiful eyes in the world. They were a bright yellow just like the marama above him. Gleaming, glowing and shimmering.  She breathed. They were amazing... like flowing gold and buttercup yellow. The morpork had changed his eyes.