Te Taonga- Our Gate

Our School Gateway

We learnt about our gateway.

James told us all about what the parts of the gateway mean. He remembered all about it from last year.
On the ends of the gateway we have our guardians. On the side of the carving we have Hotumane. The story we know about him is that he climbed a tree and was flung across the Waikato river. That is why a tree is carved through his hand and body. 

We took photos, we got to zoom in with our eyes and sketch a small part of the gateway.

Room Twelves Kitchen Garden

When we go to the kitchen garden we sketch our surroundings.

Sometimes we weed our garden and sometimes we look to see if our 

vegetables are ready for harvesting. 

 We love using the kitchen garden to learn about the environment.

Can your recognise any of the vegetables in our garden?

Sketching the Nature Trail

Room 12 sketched the nature trail in the beautiful shade of the old trees. We saw fantail birds ducking and diving between us while we stood still to sketch. We were zooming in on one tree to look at the detail of the bark. 

Enviro Learning in Room 11

This Term, Room 11 discussed all of the wonderful things about Hamilton East School.  We had wrote them on coloured paper leaves.  Each colour leaf represented a different topic about Hamilton East School.  These topics are as follows.


Special Celebrations
Special places
Improvements to our school.
Wishlist.

We then created a tree, to place on the leaves on.

Tukutuku Panels

Room 11 studied tukutuku panels for our maths unit on tessellations.  We researched the history about several tukutuku panels and what they smbolised.


Patikitiki - is symbolic of the flounder
Poutama - is symbolic for the stairway to heaven
Niho Taniwha - is symbolic for the teeth of a monster.
Roimata - is symbolic for the albatross tears.

Here are some of the panels that we created, using colours that reminded us of the wonderful autumn colours.

                

                 

                 

                 

Matariki Poems

 Matariki

I hear the scary wind howling and blowing hard.

I see the seven stars twinkling in the sky.

I smell the cool breeze reminding me that winter is here.

I stretch out my arms to try and feel the stars.

I can taste the strong wind going in my mouth.

By Xiomy

 Matariki

I can hear the waiata chiming.

I can feel the wairua flow in the atmosphere.

I smel the hangi drifting past my nose.

I touch the fearless carving as it stands with mana.

I taste a mussel fritter, and enjoy how it awakens my hungry stomach.

By Jarek.

 Matariki

I can hear the water smashing against the rocks.

I can see people making different designs with flax.

I can smell chocolate cake cooking in the kitchen oven.

I can feel a work slithering down my leg.

I can taste the hangi tasty as can be.

By Esitia.

 Matariki

I can hear laughter and the stones moving in the nearby stream.

I can smell the hangi while we set the table ready for a feast.

I can taste the hot kumara and delicious stuffing, a real treat for my tummy.

I can see the seven stars of matariki sparkling in the night sky.

By Tyrone

 Matariki

I can see seven sparkling stars shining in the pitch black sky.

I can hear kids squabbling over who has the best kite this year.

I can smell sausages bubbling in the pot over the campfire.

I taste the hot squishy golden marshmallows.

I feel the hot milo warming my insides.

By Tarn

 Matariki

I see the seven shining stars at dawn.

I smell the delicious hangi cooking underground.

I hear the waves crashing against the shoreline.

I can taste the scrumptious kumara warm and delightful for my mouth.

I feel the heat of the bonfire warming my frosty hands.

By Jimika-Ley.

 Matariki

I see twinkling stars above my head.

I hear the trees shiver in the cold breeze.

I smell the salt water in the air.

I feel the yellow sand squash in between my toes.

I taste the portions of yummy hangi in my mouth.

Matariki is here.

By Tatyana.

 Matariki

I see seven stars shimmering in the sky.

I hear the waves crashing and roaring against the innocent sand.

I smell the yummy pumpkin soup and wait with anticipation to eat it.

I feel the warmth of the burning fire, warming my frozen toes.

I taste the fried bread and soup soothing my cold and hungry tummy.

By Eric.

 Matariki

I see the seven lights sparkling through my bedroom window.

I hear the fire of the hangi burning.

I love the smell of kumara baking.

I feel cosy in the winter blanket.

I can taste the sweet marshmallows in my hot chocolate.

By Amar.

Matariki

I see the seven stars ‘pleaides’, matariki – it’s all the same to me.

I smell marshmallows burning and bursting into flame giving off a disgusting smell…trust me.

I hear the soft whisper of little children wanting to go home, and not understanding the importance of why they are here.

I feel the warmth of the bonfire on my chest and the cold winter breeze on my back.

By Penny.

 

Matariki

I can see the beautiful stars in the midnight blue sky.

I can hear everybody shout “Hooray, Wow, Happy New Year.”

I can taste the warm pumpkin soup and enjoy its flavour.

I can smell the kai cooking.

I can feel the cold wind blowing over me.

By M.K.

Matariki

I hear the gentle laughter of happy people.

I see the twinkling stars of matariki shining bright in the black sky.

I smell the delivious aroma of hangi, boil up, and pumpkin soup.

I feel the icy breeze playing with my hair.

I taste the steaming pumpkin soup as it slides down my freezing cold throat.

By Zara.

Matariki

I can feel the hot milo warming my hands through the mug.

I can taste the mushy marshmallows going down my throat.

I can hear the birds starting to chirp, letting us know that dawn is on its way.

I can see my dad and my uncles pulling the hangi out from under the ground.

Matariki is here.

By Cyvarn.