Matariki

ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕞𝕖

ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕞𝕖

My home somewhere I always come back to, when I leave in the end I always come back to this one place that I call home. My home is my landmark a place where I feel safe my landmark because no matter where I go I always remember the special place called home. Some people may have a landmark maybe a cliff a sign maybe even the road but the reason my Landmark is so special to me is that no matter where you go or what you have seen or how far you've gone to reach your dream you always come back to the special place my favour my home. My home is simple like a leaf slowly drifting in the wind. my home not big but it means so much. My home is my  Landmark my Landmark is my home.

Whakataka te hau

Whakataka te hau ki te uru
Whakataka te hau ki te tonga
Kia mākinakina ki uta
Kia mātaratara ki tai
E hī ake ana te atakura
He tio, he huka, he hau hū
Tīhei mauri ora!

Cease the winds from the west
Cease the winds from the south
Let the breeze blow over the land
Let the breeze blow over the ocean
Let the red-tipped dawn come with a sharpened air.
A touch of frost, a promise of a glorious day.

https://www.otago.ac.nz/maori/world/te-reo-maori/karakia-prayers/index.html

this is my artwork the poem for the Earth the globe is for the water and land the wind is the breeze.

Plane organisation

Plane Timeline

New years eve

Family gathering around the new year

The kitchen is bursting

 Aromas in the air 

smells like Deliciousness 

Slow cook gammon with cherries on top 

Food's all gone nothing left

Trust me it's not a time for a rest 

Boom  boom boom

Bright Lights clutching the sky 

 Now it's time to say good bye

my hairy maclary poem

My New Years Eve Poem

Paper Plane

My poem

Haiku

Erebus Voices