Poems from Waimarino children
The Lonely Power Station We drove right down the gravel hills. Down down down did we go, right down down with a thrill at the bottom of the road, sitting there so still and lonely, was a cold concrete power station.
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Janine
Maru
Raetihi School
Peace Peace is something delicate, Peace is what you didn't have, Peace is what you and I need, For then peace is what the world will be. People sick and dying, We didn't mean to do, When you could see the planes flying, You knew that soon you will be dying. When the bomb blew, We felt all for the blame, We don't know how to tell you, In our sorrow and our
shame.
Shanika j
Perera
Age 10 Ohakune Primary School
Our Trip Our trip, Was lots of fun, We saw the generator, When it spun, We went up, The long steep hills, Although the breeze, Didn't give us a chill, There were two dams, Jacksons and Fore Bay, We saw them along the way, The tower was very high, It looked like it reached the sky, The trip we went on was good that day, I'd go back there any day.
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Lisa
Crowley
Raetihi School
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Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 3, Issue 19, 1 October 1985, Page 16
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208Poems from Waimarino children Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 3, Issue 19, 1 October 1985, Page 16
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