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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What wonderful describing language Meg - great job!