Turangawaewae
Turangawaewae
I wake up in a beautiful morning feeling refreshed, pull the curtains using my hands as a shield, blocking the sun from flashing in my eyes, seeing the sun climbing up. I feel the fresh breeze going through my nose and my short-long hair.
I smell the delicious food, my mouth waters. I get drawn to it.
My Turangawaewae is my home. You think it is basic, but my home means alot to me.
I feel love, safe and comfortable. Whenever I feel hurt, there is always someone in my family there for me. Whenever I feel sad, there is always someone in my family there to cheer me on. When I feel scared or unsafe, there is always someone there to make me feel safe.
As the sunset climbs back down I hear our next-door neighbor practicing their dance. I think they’re having a blast.
As I go inside I feel the coldness on my hand as I drink the cooling water.
I love it.
ReplyDeleteThe Learning Intention was sharing as many of the senses as we can. You ceratinly have done that, well done. I love the way you are writing in paragraphs. I like the way you start with the sun going up, and end with the sun going down. That ties it al together nicely.
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