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My Whare Tapa Wha

This is my Whare Tapa Wha. This represents the four walls of my house (Human body and Spirit)

Taha whanau, (Family) Taha tinana (Physical) Taha hinengano (Mental) and Taha wairua. (Spiritual)

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Metaphor Presentation

Jayden Description Writing T1W3

Friends. Brothers. The trampoline taunting. I can see the timber laughing. The petrified child forced to leap. The light rain trying to cover up the tears rushing down his face. Hastening.
A stuntman leaping off a tall building. An untried stunt. Wind tearing at his face. Ice cold shriveling his body to the bone. The fear gripping his body tightly. Waiting. Standing.

“Chh. Chh” The branch’s wicked smile slowly growing. Earbuds frozen. Dozens of fans. Cheering the exotic act. Whizzes passing through his head like someone punching him in the head over and over. The butterflies in and out of his stomach like ghosts. Heart frozen.

Oak scented flesh by his side. Disguised as a friend and waiting to push him off the building ledge. Rusted metal waiting to throw him over the fence. The drenched oak hand touching his face. Rigged.

Blood camping in his tastebuds. Clogging his throat. Rain pecking at the blood. Diving. The fear trying to be forced out of the boy’s body. Cold air driving past like traffic. Wind climbing up his face.

Spikes of the elderly tree. Armour breaking off. Sap clinging onto his body. Body resisting the jump. Knees bending. Extending. Soft fiber brushing against his legs. Branch dead on the ground. Air flowing past him. Frontflip. Safe on the ground. Light grass welcoming the boy. Home.

Buddy Reading T1W3

Me and Tevita read the poem 'My great excuses' and then we read the poem.

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