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Tuesday 2 July 2013

Caprice - Homework Term 2 Week 8 Ancestral Poem

My Ancestors and Me!
I am a Maori and Cook Island Queen,
A daughter who is desperate to save,
Who is desperate to succeed.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Who has nothing to hide
Who is gratefully proud of it!
I feel the power of my ancestors flowing through my veins healing me in times of sorrow
The strength of my ancestors is the roar held within a tame tiger
The aroha of my whanau strengthens me.
I stand strong with pride as my culture and my beliefs shape who I am today.


My Cook Island ancestors are forceful shields from Aitutaki,
At war with anyone who will try and take us away!
They are the wood that will never snap in half,
The cloth that will never rip.

My Maori ancestors are peaceful waves washing out any pollution
They are the book that will never close
The concrete that will never crack.
The stars that will never stop shining.
The karanga is called at the Marae to my long lost whanau
The waiata is sung strongly among passed down generations.
Their struggles will not be forgotten
They will always be with me.
By flesh, By blood, By bone.My Ancestors and Me!
I am a Maori and Cook Island Queen,
A daughter who is desperate to save,
Who is desperate to succeed.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Who has nothing to hide
Who is gratefully proud of it!


I feel the power of my ancestors flowing through my veins healing me in times of sorrow
The strength of my ancestors is the roar held within a tame tiger
The aroha of my whanau strengthens me.
I stand strong with pride as my culture and my beliefs shape who I am today.

My Cook Island ancestors are forceful shields from Aitutaki,
At war with anyone who will try and take us away!
They are the wood that will never snap in half,
The cloth that will never rip.

My Maori ancestors are peaceful waves washing out any pollution
They are the book that will never close
The concrete that will never crack.
The stars that will never stop shining.
The karanga is called at the Marae to my long lost whanau
The waiata is sung strongly among passed down generations.
Their struggles will not be forgotten
They will always be with me.
By flesh, By blood, By bone.



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