My whole class made poems about sad but true stories called Kahupani and about how these two kids had to find another home after a pandemic. And Turangawaewae was the place they found to stay so we did a poem about the story with the letters in Turangawaewae.
This is mine.
Together they all carried a jar of soil and took turns holding it.
Ūnder shelter when it rains
Running away from the flu.
Afraid of losing more loved ones.
Never looking back continuing with their journey.
Getting greeted into a new life.
Alone walking for days.
Won't be loved after their parents died.
Alone trying to find safety.
Everyone finally has a place to call home.
Worried about not living for much longer, cold, and no food.
Everyone is now safe and happy.
