Thursday, November 23, 2017

Poha to kirihou

This term we have been learning about preservation has changed since the early days.I have learn't that it is better to use bees wax is better than using glad wrap and it is better for the environment.

Monday, October 16, 2017

News report

WAl how to write a newspaper report
Crime scene
by Shontae Henare
In New Zealand, Christchurch  there has been a crime committed.

Where in Christchurch? In the suburb of Hornby at Delmain park on October the 25 2016.The family are devastated about this tragedy. They are sad because she is only just young as she is only 11. The investigator’s said “That it looked like she had been pushed or had dived in”. They were not sure how long she had been there for.We have asked the family if they knew she was going to be there. They said “They did”. That is all the news we have right now.

Friday, September 22, 2017

The piano

WALT write a descriptive piece of writing from the old mans point of view as he recalls his memories. 

The Piano
By Shontae
I see my black piano in the corner I haven’t played it since my wife died .I walk over to the piano.As I’m playing the piano I start to remember memories.From when me and my wife played the piano.I Imagine her sitting right here with me beside me playing the piano.She holds my hand and she kisses me as she fades away.More tears start going down my eyes .As I play a lovely tune on the piano.I remember when I went to war.I could hear gunshots they were so loud I can’t describe how loud they were.I can feel the light brown dirt under my big heavy green boots.I can remember leaning against the old grey brick wall.I could remember when I asked my friend if he was alright to go out there on his own he said he was fine.Suddenly he got out from behind the wall.But then all I  see is him fall down.I hold him in my arms as I shiver in fear. I scream in fear. no you can’t do this to me.He whispered something tell my family and friends I love them.Then he slowly shut his eye’s and said good by my friend.I screamed “NOOOO YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME”

I thought I was going to be next to go down like him.I made him a promise it was that I would fight for him and win this war and I never gave up.We won I kept this promise and never broke it.We wore green hard hats.Another tear drop goes slowly down my face.As I wipe it away with my old wrinkly hands.My memory starts fading away.I look in a corner and I see me giving my son a present it was a wooden horse.It was wrapped in a light blue box with a shiny ribbon.He has a suit on with a hat and shoes.He thanked me for his present I said that was fine you deserved it.That was the first time  I had seen him happy in a long time since his mother and my wife past away.It made me happy to see him happy.About 16  years later he had a kid of his own which is my grandchild.About a few years later my son past away.I was so sad when he past away because it reminded me of when my wife past away.But my grandchild still has the wooden horse to remember my son and his father.Then my grandchild came up and sat next to me as I taught him how to play the piano.He said to me I love you grandad.THE END

Te ngahere

WAL about te ngahere, the rakau, the kararehe, the manu and risks to the forest.
I hope you learn something

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Sierre Leone Mudslide


World Events for your writing
I’m sure you won’t have missed the events in Barcelona, Spain this week or the devastation caused by the mud slide in Sierre Leone and the violence in Charlottesville, Virginia. The prompt this week uses the emotions that the media has shown us.
Latest prompt
As I said at the top of this page, the events around the world this week:
… as it came rushing towards us we…
The mudslide
I was casually walking down the old concrete roads.When it all came rushing towards me.It was as brown as bark and as runny as pulpy orange juice.Suddenly I was running as fast as a cheetah.My heart was beating as fast as a drum.I see this big mudslide come towards me, it comes closer and closer as it gets faster and faster.Suddenly more people start screaming for help.It was as loud as a motorbike.All I could think about was all the people that had lost their lives and families that have lost relatives.