my poem of kites

kids fly kites high in the air

independently kites fly so high

they can almost touch the clouds

easily flying and the kites eat the wind like their dinner 

sailing in the wind

perfect circle in the parachute

and going down to the ground

racing over the villigaes

and over the hills

chasing clouds

helping people to see places

up up they go 

turning the parachute and

ending back in New Zealand

All about me.

Hello my name is John I am 8 years old and I am Maori.In my family I have three brothers,four sisters,my papa,my mum my dad and I. When I grow up I want to be a professional rugby player.This year I want to get better at finishing my work quickly, asking questions all the time and managing myself.