Room 3
Surfing
Surfing
As I wait, my surfboard bobbing on the surface of the blue-grey salt-water, I hear whoops of excitement from the minute crowd of surfers.
A tremendous wave is approaching us silently, waiting for someone to catch it.
My arms flail to propel both me and my board forward ferociously.
White-wash starts to form on the tips of it.
A booming sound is easily heard from behind us, and the wave has thrust us all forward.
My legs bent, hands down, I rise up unsteadily and surf the wave all the way into the shore and go to catch another.
It was the best of the day.
Mahina
Surfing
Surf surf like crazy
Paddling so fast I can feel the breeze flow through my hair getting ready to stand up and surf like crazy.The waves were like a tsunami crashing on my head, like a pillow getting thrown at me.
Acaicha
The scorching hot sand was burning my feet. I had to get into the water. So I ran as fast as I could, picked up my board and I was off to the water. It was icy cold water “Aaaaah!”
Finally … That's what I was waiting for . I was waiting for my wave. I had a glance behind me “Yup, here's my wave.”
Before I knew it I was up on my board. “Woohoo! “ I was gliding along the crystal water. It felt cool to stand up and catch waves. Debz said I need to try a new wave so she gave me a boost and I went along the wave all the way up to the shore.
By Sam Kora.
Surfing at Ohope
The waves clawed on to my Board, it gave me speed to stand up and surf.
I stood up on the surfboard I felt proud of myself standing on the surfboard for the first time.
It felt like I was in a comp.
Te Manutai
I feel the waves tackle me like a rugby player and slam dunk me like a basketball.
The water pulling me under and I quickly bounce up.
The taste of the salty water taking over my taste buds and making me do ugly faces, YUCK. !!!
As I watch out for big waves, my eyes glanced like an owl. The smell was terrible, a mixture of salt and rotten seafood as it made my nose twitch.
I could hear the waves stumble and demolish against people and the ocean. It sounded like someone getting smacked in the face.
Nika
Surfing day…
Hastily I make my way to the waters edge ,desperate to get away from what seemed like lava below me.
Tightly gripping to the surfboard I was on, the sensation of the cold water rushing in and out of my toes was delightful.
Without a doubt I eagerly rush into the water wanting to break the ice. Like sloths, we slowly meander into the deep, trying to beat Tangaroa as his salty waters aggressively punch into our faces.
Quickly everyone leaps onto their surfboards, wanting to catch their first wave of the day. Beaver yells out ‘Get ready, here it comes, paddle paddle paddle!”
I felt like someone coming up underneath me to throw me over their head, I had caught him under my board.
Slowly I stood up, the water slightly tickling my feet and the wind swishing past my face. That was my first catch and my first try of the day.
Sapphire
Surfing
We all sat there, on the grass in the beaming hot sun, striving to get into the water. We watched the waves just imagining ourselves up on the surfboard as each wave crashes into the ocean. “Go get a surfboard group 22”, said Beaver, so we all raced to the surfboards and ran down to the water.
I splashed into the water, then lay down my board and went out deeper to where I could catch my first wave.
I saw a massive wave coming up in front of me, so i turned my surfboard around, hopped on top to the right fitting. The wave got closer each second. I paddled and paddled till the wave reached my board, then hopped on my knees. Then two seconds later I was on my feet watching my classmates next to me laughing. I felt free, I felt happy. AS I reached the shore I knelt down hopped off my board turned it around, and repeated the experience over and over again.
Ava
Surfing
I remember when I was walking towards the cold refreshing water.
I remember when I caught my first wave. I was so happy with myself, until I face planted into the brown, sandy, shallow water.
I remember when the wave crashed against my back and surfing the wave was rewarding for how long it took waiting for it.
That day was so much fun, I couldn’t wait to tell my whanau.
By Kody
Bam, Crash! I can hear the waves crashing against me 5,4,3,2,1 kawabanga!
I caught the wave. Faster than you can say surf, I was a pro.
Mmm, the smell of salt water sneaking up my nostrils that time.
I was so happy I achieved one of my goals.
Sahara
Remember that time …
Remember that time …
when your hair is stuck to your neck and there is sweat running down your head like a bucket of water was just tipped on you.
Remember that time…
when you smelled the fresh air coming through your two nostrils .
Remember that time…
when you saw dandelion’s and daisy’s getting blown away from the fresh air…
That was summer.
Samuel
Remember that time…
When you opened the door and a slight breeze blew past your face leaving your hair in a mess.
Remember stepping onto the soft green grass and the cold, swaying grass was bleak at the tip of your toes.
Remember when you picked a red rose and the smell smelt exactly like your new perfume…
That was Summer.
Ava
Remember that time...
when you and your cousin get to try out the new watering hole,
the coldness of the water creeping up your leg until you jump in and it covers your body …
That was summer.
Kaprise
Remember that time …
the black burnt melting sugary marshmallows over the hot red flaming bonfire while watching Guy Fawkes …
Now that was summer.
Xhenith
Remember that time…
When the cold icy block freezes my tongue as I bite the block.
As I let it settle, the taste buds of my tongue tears the ice apart.
As the ice gets torn, raspberry juice slithers down my croaky throat …
That was Summer.
Ata
Remember that time…
a gust of wind came through the door. Your dad has just come back from diving and you can’t wait to see what’s in the bag.
It might be juicy Kina. I can feel the juice run down my neck.
….. Now that’s summer.
Acaicha
Remember that time…
when you dived into that crystal, blue water, hearing the splash as you hit like a bullet, the water lowering your temperature in seconds and the salty taste forcing itself into your mouth…
That was Summer.
Dreshawn
Remember that time…
listening to the birds sing upon the trees.
Remember watching the clouds slowly meander across the baby blue sky.
Remember smelling the fresh air as if summer just came out the
oven...
That
was summer.
Sapphire
Remember that time…
When you opened the door and a slight breeze blew past your face leaving your hair in a messR
Remember stepping onto the soft green grass and the cold, swaying grass was bleak at the tip of your toes,
Remember when you picked a red rose and the smell smelt exactly like your new perfume…
That was Summer.
Ava
Remember that time …
when you were jumping off the rock and into the water.
The feeling of salty sea water trickling down your throat as you swim to the surface.
That was Summer.
Oceania
Remember that time …
when you had a bonfire on the beach with your cousins. You could smell the burning logs and ashes …
That was summer.
By Kody
Remember that time ……
The cool breeze in your hair. Looking down at the crystal clear water as you leap off the cliff and coming up watching the water cascading in the sky. That was summer.
Otaki
Remember that time…
you dived into the water and the water lowered you temperature in seconds. Remember when you popped out of the water and you spat all the salt water out of your mouth...
That was Summer.
Remember that time…
the river water was rushing down your body and slowly hitting the ground. Remember staring at the water waiting to jump. Remember when your arms and legs were flying in the air as you land in the water. Bouncing of the bottom and making your way out...
That was Summer.
Nika
Remember that time…
when your hair is stuck to your neck and there is sweat running down your head like a bucket of water was just tipped on you.
Remember that time when you smell the fresh air coming through your two nostrils.
Remember that time when you see dandelions and daisy’s getting blown away from the fresh air...
That was summer.
Sahara
Remember that time…
you jump out of the car and sweat is racing down your face.
Remember that time…
you go to the lakes and get that cool feeling of Summer.
Remember that time…
you go to the Heads and you so desperately want to jump in but you still need to have lunch.
Remember that time…
the clock hits midnight and you’re still up because its feels like you’re in an oven…
That was summer!
Remember that time …
when you were playing sports outside and you could smell the stink sweat all over your body …
That was Summer
Maddy
Remember that time …
when you were skimming along the water and feeling the lake water splashing in your face.
Then the taste of lake water filling up your mouth when you flip face first into the water...
That was summer
Samuel
Remember that time...
when the blazing hot sun got the colour of your skin. then you started boiling hot,
red like a red potato...
That was Summer.
Te Manutai
Five Senses
Wairaka can feel the crystal, blue water drops hitting her aching skin as the water collides on her jagged rock.
Wairaka surprisingly glances upon the rapidly expanding city of Whakatane as cars race up and down.
She can taste the disgusting salt water flying into her mouth as it strikes against her jagged rock.
She can smell the disgusting aroma of rotting fish as the seagulls swoop out of nowhere and drop the dead remains.
She can hear the gleaming boats race past her like a speeding cheetah hunting for its food.
Dreshawn
Wairaka senses
I could feel the sun’s UV rays burning through my tanned, scarred skin.
I could taste the salty spray of the beach water below spraying my bronze-coloured skin.
I could behold the bleak, grey clouds hanging lowly over the rough, choppy sea.
I could overhear the silver and white seagulls swooping and squawking irritably around my head.
I could smell the salty
sea air wafting and lingering around my nostrils.
Senses of Wairaka.
Wairaka can feel the warm Summer breeze flowing through her dark dull hair.
Wairaka observes the children happily doing manu’s into the sea, like nuclear bombs.
Wairaka perceives the marshmallow white seagulls surrounding her with ugly squawking sounds.
Wairaka can taste the sea salt mist rising up from the crashing waves grinding against her rigid rock.
She can scent the smelly rotten fish, wafting up her nose.
By Shaylee Wera.
Wairaka
I feel lonely glancing at children playing as the wild wind hastily drifts past my face.
I can smell brackish like water lurching in the breeze slowly making its way up the mud flats.
On cold winter mornings i can see the mist slowly dissipating in the distance.
I can taste the fish below as their rotten odour slowly slithers up my nose.
I can hear birds yelling at each other
aggressively while people throw stale crust at them.
Wairaka
Wairaka feels the warm breeze ripple through her wavy hair.
Wairaka can see the beautiful sun as it sets into the horizon.
Wairaka can scent the aroma of gas as the classic coloured boats pass by.
Wairaka tastes the rough breeze as it dries her mouth in seconds.
Wairaka can hear the echo from sea creatures passing through the water beneath her.
Wairaka
Wairaka can smell the muggy solfa rippling through the breezy air.
Wairaka can see fumey boats drifting along the cobalt sea.
Wairaka can hear the vast waves rapidly crashing among the jagged rocks.
Wairaka can feel the bleak air shimmering up her spine.
Wairaka can taste the invaded fumey air from the sizzling motors.
Wairaka
She can feel the shower of raindrops pitter pattering against her chilly body.
She can see the joyful children running and playing happily on the damp sandy shore.
She can smell the yummy kai on Christmas night as the family’s scoffed down their delicious dinner.
She can taste the gasses of the rumbling motors of boats and cars passing by.
She can hear the whistling wind whisking past her smooth frosty face.
By Kody King
Wairaka can feel the cool breeze rippling through her thin silky hair.
Wairaka can see the sun gleaming down on the glimmering water.
Wairaka can taste the seasoning salty water rising from the rock.
Wairaka can feel the rough rock rubbing up against her soft feet.
Wairaka can see the huge waves ricocheting off the precious rock.
Wairaka can smell the smelly fumes coming from the boats going past.
Wairaka Senses
*Wairaka can see the waves crashing up against the unyielding rocks beneath her.
*Wairaka can smell the fish on the burning red fire, ready to be prepared for an appetizing dinner
*Wairaka can hear the squawking seagulls.
*Wairaka can feel the cold breeze brushing her lax brown hair up and down, then side to side.
*Wairaka can taste the salty air rising into her nostrils.
Wairaka can feel the cold rain sprinkling down from the cloak of Rangi.
Wairaka can smell the salt flying in her nose.
Wairaka can hear the waves clawing on to her rock.
Wairaka can taste the salt crashing in to her mouth
Wairaka can see a lonely house
stitched to the ground.
Te Manutai