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No. 65 (December 1968)
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YOUNGER READERS' SECTION

‘Te Ao Hou’ is pleased to publish original work in art and language. Art work would need to be in black and white. Poems, stories and short articles will all be acceptable.

First, another selection of poems written by pupils of Nuhaka Primary School.

My Holidays

Ran through lupins
Lay in the grass
Watching the Indians
All troop past
Jumping on horses
Racing down hills
Indians can't catch us
Nobody will
Falling off horses
Limping to bed
Just a few bruises
Least, we are not dead.

Rachael

, 12

The Moment

Dust flying up
Baaing for their mothers
Stamping and snorting goes on
Gasping for breath
Gates shutting and opening
Barking dogs, with snarling teeth
Hanging tongues
Green fresh grass
Standing and resting.
The fun has gone.

Ruth

, 11

Autumn

Grey river
Yellow leaves
Spread over green hills
Black clouds
Upside down
Turning white every day
Leaves fall from trees
Like yellow rain.

Kauri

, 11

Winter

The lazy day
With specks of cloud
Draped around
In the blue blue sky.
The lazy mist
As it settles to dusk
Around the trees
On the hills above.

Meiha

, 13

Tangi

Willows bend and weep over the dead.
Clouds go black as they look below them
Tattooed lips begin to speak
Shouts of Haere-mai as the grizzling gets louder
Pressing of noses around the coffin
Surrounded by faded photos and beautiful wreaths.

Tina

, 13

Music Talks (listening to Liszt's ‘Masappa’)

Colours mixed
Changed around
Rainbow twisted
Torn and warped.
Clouds scattered
Sky deserted
Hammered, flattened
Then born again.

Potiki

, 12

Clay

Giving life to what is dead
Punching, throwing
Pushing, pulling
Slapping, cutting and designing
Giving life
Hands muddy
Thumbs pressing
Fingers holding
Pounding, squeezing
Twisting, turning
Giving life
Filled with joyment
Filled with joyment.

Sonny

, 13

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Tangi

Wailing women
Sulking men
The coffin is open
Her picture is there
Women in black
Sitting and thinking
Children playing undisturbed.
Buses arrive.
Lots of people
With happy sadness
In eyes and voices.
Then the burial —
Flowers, concrete, and yellow mud.

Ted

, 13

Whaikorero

Carvings laughing at me
My face turns red
The tuku tuku pattern on the wall
Staring at me
Paua shell eyes gazing at me
Growing, mocking me
My heart beating
Fingers fidgeting
Shakey voice,
Ko - ko - taku - taku
Growing bigger and bolder
Facts flowing and more to come
Don't want to stop.

Erroline

, 13

Now a second selection from the essays sent in by Te Aute College students.

Two short contributions from the first two boys.

Hunting

Hunting was, and in many countries, still is the means of survival. It is the most important factor in the carnivorous animal kingdom. Since life began there has been prey and predator, from the tiny insects to the huge lumbering dinosaurs.

For man hunting is the foundation of living. In order to live he must hunt the tiny herring or harpoon the monstrous whales. It is a natural instinct stemming from primaeval days. Even today in modern civilization he must hunt for sport to satisfy his pleasures if not needs.

The proverbial saying ‘Kill or be killed’ phrases the need to survive. But killing is only one phase in the art of hunting. The predator uses all his senses in his quest for food, by hearing, smelling; but the prey uses the same senses to survive the threat of the hunter.

The Art of Carving

Since time and man began, the need to express oneself has taken many forms. Perhaps the foremost of these is the art of carving which is prominent in early civilization as a symbol of grief, joy, warning, hope and even death.

Carving takes many long tedious hours to perfect and the ability to transform a piece of driftwood into a finely carved miniature comes through expert tuition and practice. The materials range from crude stone implements to the finest steel chisels, all chipping and gouging the ivory or plentiful woods selected for their beautiful colours, textures and hardness.

Throughout the world carving has been and in many cases still is, the symbol of life. Take, for instance, primitive tribes of Africa who fear carved idols and pay homage and sacrifice, often human, from birth to death.

Takuta Emery

, Lower VI, Pahiatua

The Priest

The Sunday service was over and he stood at the doorway of the church. He chatted briefly to his parishioners as they came out one by one. His soft white hands were clasped together in a gentle manner, and he had a kind benevolent face on which developed a gentle picturesque smile. You could see that he was getting a little bald but had sufficient hair to cover the hairless patch. It was shiny black hair, well groomed, but with a few tints of white hair here and there. A slight breeze made his cassock and surplice crinkle and wave about his rather plump body. He was a man of average height who wore a pair of blackrimmed trifocal spectacles. His ecclesiastical attire seemed to suit him and to make look more than ever ‘the gentleman’.

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The Baby

Such an innocent little creature he is; freshly delivered to them by God; a perfect specimen of His work of art. As innocent as the Holy Infant himself, he lies there in the cradle gurgling to himself, his wide brown eyes staring up at the ceiling. He looks so innocent now, but what will he be like when he grows up. He may be a thief, or he may grow up to be a gentleman, maybe prime minister even, who knows.

The baby looks so cuddly and chubby you feel like kissing him forever and pinching his very soft white cheeks. He is so short, round and fat, somewhat like a lump of sponge rubber, his tiny body embedded in the soft blue rugs.

At the moment he is happy. He sucks his fat fingers and kicks his fat legs up in the air in delight. Soon his mother comes and rocks him to sleep. A few minutes later he is purring like a little kitten. What a lovely angel he looks.

Frank Heperi

, Form V, Waihi

Te Aute College

Te Aute College, as its name reveals, is a school, but it is a school of a special sort, in that it is a boarding school controlled by the church. It's an institution erected for the process of increasing the knowledge of Maori youths and introducing to them this new and great tool of the Pakeha called ‘Education’.

The history of Te Aute College began in 1852 when Sir George Grey granted 4,000 acres of land. The local Maoris also donated a similar area, the plan being that the land was to be farmed, and out of the proceeds a school was to be built. Samuel Williams was the first man to lease the land and within a short time, in 1852, a school was built. The first school roll was a total of twelve primary pupils. After five years the school closed down because of lack of funds. However, this was not the end. It was reopened in 1872. Once again, those who were eager to learn emerged.

In 1906 a Royal Commission was set up to investigate the management of the estate; to divide the estate into 23 blocks to be leased by tender for 21 years. However, in 1918 a disastrous thing occurred, not to the land but the school — the building was engulfed by fire and was reduced to ashes. Nothing could be done about it, except to re-build the whole thing. But nature was not satisfied with the construction and decided to shake it down. This was in 1931 when part of the buildings fell in crumbled bricks and twisted iron. It seemed the real end had come. No. Despite the great destruction and with great expense, the college was rebuilt.

Because of its long existence, it has contributed a lot to the Maori people in providing such eminent leaders as Ngata, Peter Buck, Pomare and many others. Te Aute has also provided leaders in other fields such as sports, mainly in rugby. Many people associate Te Aute with its rugby record as well as its academic record.

Today it is still continuing to produce leaders for the Maori people, leaders of whom we can be very proud. People like Bill Ngata and Sir Turi Carroll, and the many old boys of Te Aute associated with such professions as law and medicine, and others occupying positions of importance.

As we look to the future we look with uncertainty to the continuation of Te Aute's existence. Because of the problems of finance, its numbers may slowly decrease until the college may have to close its doors. Although we hope this doesn't happen, we must be realistic. The future of Te Aute College is very vague. Perhaps as in the past it may survive another phase of destruction.

Sydney Melbourne

, Upper VI, Ruatoki

My Interests: Drums and Percussion
Instruments

In the early days, in the heart of Africa, chiefs of different tribes and their people would be summoned to a tribal gathering with drums. To the average European venturing into that almost unconquerable region, the throbs of the host-village's drum may have caused a deep feeling of fear and indecision to enter their hearts. During the day the sound of drums may have been made inaudible owing to the sounds and noises of the surrounding jungle, but

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the well-trained message-receiver had his ears alert to every change in the steady rhythm. In the early stages of civilization and the latter stages of primitive life, drums played a large part in communication.

To youngsters, no Cowboy and Indian movie would be complete without the distant rumble of tribal drums and the puffs of smoke usually drifting up behind a butte in the landscape. But apart from the publicity which is gained from the Indian films many peoples have at some time or another used drums in pagan or traditional ceremony. Therefore the drum became, in the realms of primitive lands, symbols of both communication and ceremony.

The main use of drums nowadays is to provide beat. In the big orchestras, which have long faded into the past, the drums and the cymbals could be seen beating out the time, although their position in the percussion section of the orchestra was not prominent. Xylophones were used in some of these orchestras and with the glockenspiels and chimes lent to the harmony of the orchestral instruments.

In more modern periods with the introduction of jazz, drums have been combined into sets. In the days of Gene Krupa, the fashion was to have two sets of drums. The reason was that the drums were tuned to different keys and the range of sounds was extended. In some cases two men played drum duets as part of the act. A latter semi jazz and modern group, ‘Herb Alpert and his Tijuana Brass’ used a single set and a xylophone. These formed the background for many of the hit tunes he and his men put out.

From primitive natives of uncivilized lands to millionaires like ‘the Beatles’. Their personal character and voices may have been a large part of their success, but how could they sing without backing and how could they keep the steady tempo without Ringo's never failing fingers and his set of drums? In the early stages of their top development Ringo was the most popular of the group. Apart from his crazy escapades and his rings, which gave him more publicity, he also started a new beat.

Now when young couples enter the usually crowded dance-halls and hear the band playing, and the fellow in the background behind the jumble of drums, they do not pause to think that years ago, the beat they hear may have graced a native ceremony or sent a message of importance to outlying tribes in Africa. No, they jerk and twist in accordance with the beat and tempo of both the guitarists and drummer.

Charlie Taipana

, Lower VI, Feilding

And finally, eight poems from Northland College pupils.

Thunder …
boom, bang, smash
as fast flicking lightning
cuts a cloud in half.
Suddenly,
the ground is shaking ….

Piha Tango

Eruption

Volcano.
Rumbling through the air.
People crying,
screaming.
everywhere.
Then —
Then silence comes.
The day grows old.

Virginia Leng

Whispering pine
Stands alone on a sky-scraper hill
Swaying to and fro
like a ballet dancer ….

Bruce Gillespie

Burning through my skin,
Burning through every crack it can find,
Everything's dying, dying,
This awful weather.
It soaks through the ground,
It soaks through my skin,
This heat is fiercely hot,
Like a desert,
Bare and dry.

Taka Whiu

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Trees waving in sudden winds,
making sounds like a million tambourines,
shaking, shaking, shaking ….
Slowly, leaves falter to the ground.
The air becomes silent—
Until another wind bothers to come.

Colin Brown

Heat

Sun scorches,
air dust-filled,
and trees buckle.

Piha Tango

The low howl of a dog
wakes me in my sleep.
It looks at the moon
as if it's whimpering
for its mate
who is far, far away.

Gull Baker

Tuis,
Melodious music
drifting across the sky,
out into the wilderness ….

Brownie Te Awa