Poem

                                                             Matariki

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.