Thursday, September 6, 2012
Meg's Poem/ Marae
Mattresses on the ground.
All snuggled up as a warm whanau.
Red-hot cheeks in the cosy atmosphere.
Aroha fills the room as we settle into our sleeping bags.
Everyone seems to be giggling, sleeping or whispering.
BY Meg Coakley.
What wonderful describing language Meg - great job!
September 6, 2012 at 8:54 PM
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