Winiata’s Blog

I am the YELLOW, and the YELLOW is ME

As warm as the sun while the earth rotates around it

As bright as the light shining from my bedroom lamp

As dry as a leaf when the crisp autumn takes over

As yummy as a yolk when I crack open my morning egg

As thin as each yellow page in the back of the phone book

As fast as the bus trying to get around town on schedule

As mature as a petal on a friendly sunflower

As soft as the peel of a half-eaten banana

As important as the daffodil is to the cancer society

As tasty as corn accompanied by melted butter

As loving as the ribbon ‘round the old oak tree

As juicy as the centre of a fresh slice of pineapple

As bold as the road sign warning drivers to slow down

As beneficial as one of De Bono’s six thinking hats

Book Title: Enna Hittims Author: Diana Wynne Jones Illustrator: Peter UttonThis story is about a girl named Anne Smith, and she was sick. So she makes up stories about Enna Hittims.Enna’s a brave hero who did good things with her magical sword that cuts through anything. She starts drawing pictures of Enna.Anne has fun with her little game until she finds out that her felts aren’t called ‘Magic Markers’ for nothing.This book has real deep thoughts and details that bring it to lifeI recommend this book to those who enjoy mystery, adventure and a little bit of humour

Te Papa

Sparkling jewellery, precious shiny stones

High school students wandering freely around

 Peace, love, and flower power on the hippie van

Searing hot rock at the core of our planet

An earth-moving experience where everything rumbles

Native birds beckon from lofty trees

Eyes into the past through the Treaty of Waitangi

Our tipuna stand among us, looking down upon the crowd

Making men into mummies with tongs and other ancient tools

Embalmed with fragrant oils and spices

While caskets await their eternal demise 

Step back in time to an era of olden day kiwiana

When life was simple and carefree

Rock  Climbing and Abseiling

First thoughts were “Can I DO this?” as I slipped on my harness

Wind whistling around us, waves crashing on to the rocks below

Shaking as I clung perilously to the cliff face

The dangling rope my only life-line to safety

Thank goodness for friends below, cheering me on

Struggling and straining to reach the top

Paired up for the big descent

Locked into the harness and grimacing

For that moment as my image was frozen in time

Cautiously backwards down the rock-face

Glance down at the people below to see how far to go

Can’t see anyone, just….don’t ….freak….out!!!

Trusting others as I am lowered over a ledge

Speed controlled by an out-of-sight operator

Feel my hands go weak as my body tenses up

Cripes, WHERE is the GROUND???

Oh finally, touchdown, and I knew I was safe

Click!! – another photo, this time of sheer relief

  I waited patiently while the other people went ahead of me. It looked hard because it was high, and the sound of the waves crashing below was beginning to make me worry.An adult took a photo and then it was time to go down. My heart was pumping wildly as I took my first few steps. My partner was already a quarter of the way down and he looked like he was having fun. I looked down and I almost lost my footing. I couldn’t see the adults below, but I was too scared to lean out any further to try and see.I took a big breath and began to descent at a moderate speed. The man feeding out the rope had given me instructions but right now I was struggling to remember everything he had said. As I was going down I hit a ridge, a rock that was jutting out and I knew this was going to be a challenge to get around it. I wanted to slow down and think how I could manage this but the operator kept feeding out the rope. The more rope he fed out, the more pressure on my hand to try and slow myself down. The wind was strong and it kept making my shirt flap and that didn’t help the situation. My hand was getting very sore and tired. Finally I made it down under the big obstacle and caught up with the extra rope so my hand relaxed.The rest was easy now. Nearer the bottom I heard an adult giving encouragement so I took a few more steps. I looked down and saw my partner had touched the ground. I felt a bush brush against my foot. I let out a big sigh of relief as my feet finally touched firm ground.