Georgina and Caroline Evers-Swindell win Gold, Beijing 2008

The dreadful Rain

Pitter patter pitter patter. I was wondering what was that I could hear then I that's when I looked out my window to see rain.No I said it has to rain.Next thing I knew my Mum yells 

"We need to go" she yells OK I yell back.Now that I am dressed I need to get to the car so I can get to school. By Ryder

Hangi Memoir by Caleb Mck

The ash flickered in the sky with the little red embers.The steam filtered the sky into a greyish colour. The smoke whispered past my face like a leaf blower.I looked at the steam as it evaporated into the misty light fog.The sticks burst into burning red flames.The river stones exploded with steam, the steam flew into the misty sky.The heat blew into everyone faces and boiled them into hot red soup.The embers glowed like Matariki stars in the dawn light.                                                                                                                

The tough men pulled the hot train track rails and the river stones into the deep black blank hole. The men's faces dripped bucket loads of sweat as they lifted the crates of food into the hole.The cabbage leaves leaked water like the mens faces.

I glared into the hangi. My eyes fluttered from the ash. The smoke rose. The sun fell through. The embers flickered and flared like the Matariki stars times ten. As the rags dived onto the pit they sizzled until they looked like an old prune.

As I walked away I wondered how long the train tracks and the river stones would last.

The hāngi memoir by Peter

As I walked I could see red hot stones being pulled into the pit.

I could smell the food it smelled like chicken, meat and smoke.

I could see the ash floating above me like a dragon fly hovering.

I could see the men working hard at jerking the stones in with big metal rods.

First they put in the tray full of meat. Then the chicken next the potatoes. They put sacks soaked in water then sheets and last of all dirt to keep the heat.

I was thinking what will it taste like as I left the site.

The Hangi

                                          The  Hangi

                                                                      by Grace

I stared at the grey shapeless smoke, as it hovered in the air, thicker than fog  and mist and then down at the smoking flaming pit.

The strong men were shovelling fiery rocks and then sending them into the empty smouldering pit. Once that was done a barrel of icy water was drizzled onto the hangi, smoke flew in the air and if I thought the smoke was thick before I  was very wrong. We were surrounded with the swirling , muggy black smoke, I heard metal clanging against metal as it was settled into the pit. 

I coughed in frustration as the smoke was still very dense. I looked over my shoulder and gasped at the gum tree in the sand pit. The sun light was filtering  through the branches and I realised the smoke was lifting. 

I wondered if every hangi was as amazing as this, I guess not.

Connor Shares His Knowledge of the SOLAR SYSTEM

My Birthday Story

“Leap here we come!” I shouted quietly. It was my birthday today and we were to leap with Jade. We arrived at leap and went in. There were lots and lots of trampolines, there was an air bag a dodge ball even a basket ball area. Mum had checked us in earlier on and got our wristbands.We waited a while until two o’clock, then my cousins arrived, they were just in time to hear the rules.

“OK everyone listen up please!”One of the staff members said. “No pushing no shoes and last but not least HAVE FUN!”

We ran like a herd elephants onto the trampolines trying to get past.We bounced and had a game of dodge ball for about two hours, then time was up, we had to leave

We got in the car and I said to Jade

“ That will be an experience I will never forget !”