Whakarewarewa
Marae
Sensitive
music makes a tear roll down my thoughtful face.
Steam flying
into the bright blue air like smoke from a chimney.
Rotten eggs
flow into my nose trying to make me spew.
Boiling
rocks warm my freezing cold hands.
By Le
Roy
Whakarewarewa
Geysers attack each other fighting to get the highest, so that they
can be leader, the loser laughed at.
Mud pools splurt and splat, wailing in disgust.
Sulphur stinks as we quickly but quietly slink past.
Delighted when watching the entertainment and then joining in, for
the Hokey Tokey, for the fun of it.
By Caitlyn
Listening to
soulful songs gives me the goose bumps.
Water
starting to warm my feet right up.
Mud pools
boiling as hot as a hot jug.
Shimmering
clean water showing my reflection.
By
Jaskeerat