I turn into a bird then I fly into the night sky,
I see the seven stars of Matariki in the clear bright night,
I land on Matariki and I said "Oh wow",
I hear the people in Aoatearoa at the Matariki Ball,
I smell the yum kai and I hear the music at the Matariki Ball.
By Karl Plessius.
1 comments:
Hi Karl,
I'm pleased you have published your Matariki poem which you talked about and which Darren Kamali inspired and helped you with. I like it! (But, don't forget to check your spelling).
The Matariki Light Trail is on this week in GI - we'll have to go one night.
Love Mama
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