The Powhiri
Thoughts race through my mind as I watch the Manuhiri stand still and quiet in front of our gate. “Will they follow the protocols of our Marae?” I wonder. The call of one of the Tangata Whenua is loud and clear. Butterflies glide through my stomach as I think about all the negative things that might happen.
The green grass is freshly cut. The silence of the people are frightening but their smiles are not scary at all. The cold breeze presses against my face and it brings me a slight shiver down my spine. I look up at the sky and see clouds covering most of the sun’s light. The clouds have a mixture of colours like a very light grey and blue. In the distance you can see some parts of a high mountain covered with grey fog. My eye then catches the top of our gate and it makes me wonder if they enjoy our carvings inside and outside of our Marae.
While I question myself about the carvings, I wonder about how much time and effort carpenters use to make a whole set of carvings. It really inspires me because the carvings show me that the carpenters never gave up. I also wonder if other children have been taught to never give up.
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