Norm Hewwitt Visiting

Yesterday morning Norm Hewwitt visited our school. He talked about his days as an All Black and how animal violence links to family violence. He told stories of his childhood and how violence wasn't a bad thing when he grew up (not frowned upon). His stories were really sad but some were very inspirational. It was a great morning.

My senses poem Camp Rotoma 2013

In front of me I see the blazing hot sun glaring of the crystal clear water.

In the distance I see the humongous green mountains with little houses dotted around.

 Below me I see the green grass dancing in the cooling breeze.

Above me above me I see the white - as – snow clouds making odd shapes.

I hear the lake softly hitting against the rock-strewn sand.

In the distance I hear a boat splicing through the tranquil ripples.

I feel the chilly breeze slowly blowing at my face.

I smell the odour of rotting water in the swamp behind me.

It makes me feel chill’axed.