Hunter Matariki Poem
Morning stars lower in the sky.
After dawn, matariki is done.
Time to wake up.
After a good night’s sleep.
Rise and shine.
Insane energy to harvest crops.
Kite flying with tawhirimatea.
Imagine being a star.
By Hunter
This is my matariki poem it is called an acrostic poem. You need your topic coming down the side and then you must begin every sentence with that letter.