Prayers of the Faithful

Dear Lord, we pray for all those in the world who don’t have homes. May they find a shelter to stay in. Lord hear us.

Dear Lord, we pray for Pope Francis to carry on Jesus’ mission by spreading the good news. Lord hear us.

Dear Lord, we pray for all the people who died from the earthquake in our country. May they rest in peace. Lord hear us.

Dear Lord, we pray for Ngaruawahia. May the fighting stop. Lord hear us.

Dear Lord, we pray for our school. May we keep learning how to be like you. Lord hear us.

My Bible Reading

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"Zumba!"

“Zumba!”

Enzo, Ariki, Gene and Jayden lined up down the narrow aisle like soldiers, waiting for the soccer ball. Once the soccer ball landed in Enzo’s territory, the ball flew up in the air like a blue bird.

It was the year 2016, our smart school was putting on a talkative production. It’s called I Love The Knightlife.

The four boys immediately ran onstage. The Room three girls had sparkly headbands around their little heads, with pretty pink dresses, a green, pink and blue tutu attached to the beautiful dresses. The boys had bright yellow puma t- shirts and pitch black shorts. I liked the fist pumps in the first dance. At the end of the first brilliant Brazil dance some of the boys had letters on the back of their t-shirts, they turned around like flippy frogs and it spelled Brazil. The two dances were over, Sir Lancelot walked onto the, stage like a knight.

“May I have your ipod?” Sir Lancelot asked politely.

Maaria handed the touch screen ipod to Lancelot.

“Thank you!” Lancelot shouted in relief.   

“Swish.” The soft red velvet curtains crawled across the stage and approached to the middle of the stage. “I really liked the Room 3 dances.” They looked pretty confident!

Too Much Sugar

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My Cousin

Kruz 28/7/16 My Cousin

“Gobble! Gobble!”  All the scrumptious food were heading down my family’s throats.

My Nana and Koro live on a muddy farm. We call it the Shed. In the long holidays, my cousin flew from Australia to New Zealand.

On a sunny Saturday, My cousin visited us. The tone of the pumped tires running over the concrete cracks sounded loud. Rhys, Grace and I happily hopped into the boiling hot spa. It felt like I was in an oven. Not long after, my cousin soundlessly snapped us in the spa playing. My dad turned the blasting radio on, and drifted away in a sleep.” Boo!” Kat and Hori were waiting at the stained glass door. Sailing down the hallway, Kat and Hori were saying hello! We replied and screeched the same thing back.

“Ring! Ring!” The vibrating phone was going off. When we arrived at our destination, I wobbled out of the shiny black truck and tiptoed across the narrow path. No one was there except my Nana and Koro.

A boring hour later, we started to eat, and more of my family turned up. As we munched the delicious food, I smelt the odours and tasted the sweet cream as it twirled down my throat with the scrumptious porridge. Finally, my cousin arrived. I wildly tackled him.

Matariki

My Matariki Story

Long, long ago, there lived seven wolves and three pigs.
They lived next to a frolicsome creek and ancient trees. The pigs loved building huge houses and playing with their bouncy ball.

One sunny Sunday, the three pigs were building a house. Seven big bad wolves came along, and they huffed and they puffed and they blew the poor pigs' house down. After they ruined the house, all of them strolled off giggling at the same time. The god, Mitai, appeared and gave the wolves a warning, but the wolves ignored them. 
The next day, the big bad wolves watched the three little pigs playing with their bouncy ball. 
"Ha! Ha!" one of the wolves said in a mischievous voice. Disaster struck. Mitai approached wildly. He flashed a powerful light on the big bad wolves and sent them up to the sky. They are now known as Matariki. We see them early June, each year.