Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Space

                                            space poem


As the everlasting space stretches out be for me and I wonder will there ever be a end. It's a extravagant place unknown to man like a engine sown to a kid its a mind blowing mystery space thats all it is.   

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

My wiata

The constant practicing of the wiata was fun. But when the dreaded Friday came I lost halve the words and actions. As we walked onto the stage I saw the hundreds of faces steering at us. Ella calls the start. we go through the song. Then we get the applaud. Puhhe I think it's all over. We walk of and sit down. by Joseph