Today I will be sharing my poem about Ngai Tahu and our home, Otautahi.
A true place to call home
By:Olivia Walker
Wakas were sailed throughout the night,
Being guided by the stars, so bright.
They told stories about Te Waipounamu being their waka,
Bringing the sky to his lover.
Moas fled, kahu flew away,
Knowing they were going to become prey.
Otautahi was silent, nothing to be heard,
Except the Ngai Tahu watching the birds.
The Swamp covered throughout the land,
Where the Maori were proud, and had a stand.
Watching over their territory feeling amazed,
Seeing what they had remarkably raised.
Otautahi has changed over the years,
Bringing new places, even new careers.
New traditions, more places to explore,
So please listen for a little bit more.
Ngai Tahu were strong, like hundreds of brick walls,
Not giving up even if they fall.
Inspired by our ancestors we have a chance,
To listen to them, and follow their paths.
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