Long, long ago there were people who did not know the rules. They used to catch fish, pipi, paua and crayfish. The sea was like a fridge because whenever they took sea creatures, it was like they were taking things from a fridge. There is now far less kaimoana around our shores than there used to be. Some people are taking too much, too often. I believe that this poaching should stop once and for all.
My first reason is that if people dont listen, they are going to keep going on and on fishing for kaimoana so there will be no more kaimoana left. That means that they will not have babies. We know you like kaimoana but please, we beg you to stop poaching our kaimoana. How would you feel if you went fishing and there was nothing in the sea? You would be shocked if there was no more kaimoana, pipi, paua, crayfish and fish.
My second reason is that people are taking too much kaimoana but they're not just taking kaimoana, they're taking some of Tangaroa's children! Tangaroa is here to protect us but we're not showing respect to him.
I recommend that because people are taking too much kaimoana, we should have police surrounding all the beaches and oceans so we don't have people poaching kaimoana and so we can let Tangaroa's babies become grown ups.
Showing posts with label Lyric. Show all posts
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Monday, August 9, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Lyric's Recount - Jungle Drums
On Thursday we were enjoying our teacher read until there was a note saying come to the hall. Then we sneaked to the hall like mice. When we were by the hall we shrieked and shivered because the walls were rumbling. When I got in there, there were heaps of drums on the floor. We were drumming in unison. Johnny was using body language and sign language. He said that actions speak louder than words.
After that we started to groove and get the rhythm. We were exhausted because we kept banging on the jungle drums. "This is a brilliant day." I said when I was drumming. It was like elephant steps. Kids and teachers were enjoying it. It was getting louder and louder and even louder. Ms Gibson could hear it from the office.
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