YOUNGER READERS' SECTION
In this new section, Te Ao Hou plans to present topics of particular interest to younger readers, and to publish original work in art and language. Young Maori men and women will write about their careers, giving information to those considering what occupation to take up.
The editor would welcome contributions, and suggestions of other topics for this section.
Art work would need to be in black and white.
Poems, stories and short articles will all be acceptable.
Pakeha BoyI wonder if they still go eeling in the deep, clear river, at dawn, when the sun sends its golden rays to the valley, over the great range.
I wonder if they still swing over the river, by the great, thick rope-like creepers.
I wonder if they still wander in the bush, aimlessly.
I wonder if they still build tree-huts, small, leafy and strong.
I wonder if they still climb the look-out tree, tall and majestic, with a commanding view of the whole valley.
I wonder if they still bathe in the swimming hole, black tranquil and cool.
I wonder if they still explore the glow-worm caves, dim, eerie and strange.
I wonder if they still listen to the tales of Rangi, the old farm worker.
I wonder if they still listen to the morepork as they lie huddled in bed at night.
I wonder if they still remember me.
D. C. McInnes, Form 6 Palmerston North Boys' High School
The following poems are selected from several sent in by the Headmaster of Moerewa School, in the Bay of Islands. They are the result of a ‘Language through Art’ programme, a development of the Maori Studies scheme mentioned in Issue 54.
I Walked On …The dawn was new,
I walked on …
Through a haze of mist
I saw a new world …
A white world.
In a trance-like
Wonder, the white world
I was alone … So …
I walked on.
As the mist cleared
There sparkling before
My eyes was another
The sun had been playing
Of drops from the
Morning dew … But then
I walked on … !
Raemon Parkinson, 13
A Frosty MorningGazing out the blurry window
With shivering thoughts
I see the ice on the lake
Lying like scattered glass.
Soon the sun will come
And melt it away.
Sandra Reti, 13
The Cold Frosty MorningThe frost stretches
Itself across the
Everything is quiet
Everything is still
Everything is white
With snow upon them.
Willie Nathan, 12
One Frosty MorningAs I was walking across the grass,
It was so stiff that I walked on the tips.
The puddles on the road were full of ice.
And everywhere I could see the mist
But the sky was nowhere in sight.
Lynette Broughton, 12
The next two poems are written by pupils of Whanau-a-Apanui Maori District High School, Te Kaha.
The Stormy SeaThe deadly bellowing waves
Crashed down with a
Their fury was like a wild bull.
The roar of gulls.
The choppy swelling sea.
Breakers rose mountainously,
and crashing towards the land.
Temper and gigantic waves
tossed; a many-armed taniwha
into a merciless spin.
Maudie Kemara, 5A
Pohutukawa TreeDominating the scenery
the vigilant pohutukawa sways
stately in the breeze.
despite the storm's rough-handling
though snail-like its movement.
Gnarled, but lovely—
it puffs up,
blossoms out, colourful,
beautiful its scent.
John Wharepapa, 5G
Northland College pupils too are doing excellent language work. Here are a few of the many poems recently received. We hope to publish more in future issues.
ColdLeaving the hot room,
A cold feeling embraces me,
My hair stands …
Like bristles on a hedgehog.
Goose pimples dot my clammy skin
I freeze in my tracks—
A white figure dances in front of me.
HeatRed were the embers
As we sat near our flameless, hot-coke fire.
The room was clammy with hot, steamy air.
Windows were all misty,
Like fog in a valley,
Just above a lake.
Wiremu Andrews, 5 R.B.
ColdLooking at this sour body
Its crinkled face forms a sneer
Which makes me freeze all over
As if it were a ghost
Choking me to death.
HeatRed-hot flame leaping to and fro
As if trying to reach something it wanted—
Like a snake,
Moving its head back and forth …
Hissing viciously at its prey.
Wana Maihi, 5 R.B.
The editor of Te Ao Hou is always glad to hear from new contributors, Maori and Pakeha. Articles, news items, photographs, stories and poetry dealing with all aspects of Maori life and culture are welcome. Apart from short news items, all contributions published are paid for.
Te Ao Hou'saddress is Box 2390, Wellington.
Chills tingling the spine,
Numbing the body.
Like a revenge-finding soldier
The white sheet of snow
Hurriedly snuffs out the match-flame.
Frank Waa, 5 R.B.
Melting through the body
Like a knife cutting away the flesh.
Glen Whautere, 5 R.B.
Like a swing swaying in the breeze …
Then gone—like the wind.
Marara Pou, 5 R.B.
A stall demonstrating Trade Training schemes for Maori youths won first prize for ‘greatest impact on the public’ at the Whangarei Winter Show last June. Carpentry, motor mechanic and electrical trades were featured, with boys demonstrating their skill and answering questions. Photographs of boys training in other trades were also displayed.