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Wednesday 13 June 2018

Matariki

In a village next to the highest mountain there lived seven sisters. Every New Year they would make kites because it was the new harvest. The youngest one called matariki couldn't make a kite because she was too young. Matariki was so intelligent and filled with beauty in and out. In 2018 she was old enough to make a kite.


The oldest one made her kite out of the Harakeke bush and it was a beautiful nature green. The second sister made a kite from the Raupo bush and it was a bright orange. The third sister made her kite from the Manuka tree and it was a fantastic flamingo pink. The fourth sister made her kite from the Puriri tree and it was a blood red. The fifth sister made her kite from from the color of the river and fish. Her kite was a shiny silver (Matariki) made her kite from out of shells, grass and many things around her. Her kite was a beautiful rainbow color.


When the sisters finished making their kites they glided up the mountain. When they got to the top they saw that Tawhirimatea (the wind) wasn’t blowing so they tied their kites to the tree and fell asleep.





In the middle of the dark night Tawhirimatea started to blow and the seven sisters kites flew away.


The next morning Matariki woke up in tears because their kites were gone. She said “ our kites our kites where are they.” The six other sisters woke up from the sound of crying. Matariki saw the kites in the sky and said “ look our kites.” Then the oldest sister said “ look Matariki those will be your stars for the rest of your life.” Matariki was so excited.










That’s the story of Matariki.

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful story Kiarah. As always I love your illustrations and your wonderful story writing.

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