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.