Matariki poem.

Soft waiata sound lightly in my ears

That's one signal

Matariki is here

See my fire like a roaring sun.

Fresh air quickly fills my lungs

And I hear karanga.

Loud, soft singing like a babbling brook.

Matariki is here

come have a look.

Bright phenomenal lights high in a beautiful sky

Whitu to be exact, flying so high.

Crashing of waves fills a blank night

With salty air that has some might.

As a heavenly hangi stomps underground

Songs start again and our sun slowly comes around.

Roaring bonfire, lit quickly with flame .

As we tell stories of those sadly passed away.

We all begin singing

Roaring bonfires die quietly

a steaming hangi gets lifted up.

Prepared perfectly

Waiata sound loudly up into heavy clouds.

Whetu, slowly fluttering to ground.

Manu tukutuku, gliding steadily into a bright sky.

Grateful for what we have

Matariki is nigh.