Te Kohanga 2017

I believe we got the best photo ever, the piercing orange, yellow and black, sunny flower.  We could not look away from the beautifully placed flower. The water drips slowly like the rain drooling from the sky. The flower slowly starting to die. I was sad as it got darker and darker until it was as dark as a shadow, red veins fade. As the black inner warps the outside got uglier and uglier and uglier until I did not want to look at it as it started to look like it was sad. We started to head back to the classroom disappointed as I lost all hope for the formerly beautiful flower. We went back to our other learning. The flower was soon forgotten by us.

Old Lady Description Written By Melissa The ladies speckled blue eyes are pleading for help. Long heavy clothes droop down, forcing her to lean to a side. Her face is as shriveled as a dry raisin. Her faded lips look like they have been stuck together with glue. The joy in the children's faces digs hope into her worried eyes. Darkness folds over her as the wind pulls strands of hair out of her scarf. Night, has come and families are making their way into their warm, cozy homes. She folds herself up in her jackets and leans against the building wall. The lady looks away, closes her eyes and goes to sleep.