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children's page

What Tongariro National Park Means to Me To me Tongariro National Park means fun, enjoyment, thrills, risks and new experiences like walking over Tongariro. You may class it as anything but I call it a great experience just as I would imagine walking across the moon. you can tramp across one of the three mountains while witnessing the glorious sights of the craters. Skiing is taking risks! The risks of avalanches, eruptions and accidents such as breaking your leg or neck. But those risks are worth taking, especially if you enjoy the sport. The fun part of skiing is gliding across the crisp, crunchy snow with wind whistling through your hair. You can go for a walk and breathe the fresh, sweet smell of the emptiness of nature. Alternatively you can walk to a waterfall and enjoy the spray of fresh, cold, clear everlasting water. A ride in the helicopter can show you the exquisite sights of our wondrous land. There's nothing nicer than sitting beside one of the Park's sparkling river with the sun beating on your back; the only sound being the occasional chirping of the birds in the trees, while you watch the water rushing over the boulders. At night I sit and watch the beautiful cclours of the sunset which envelopes me with warmth. I thank my lucky stars, I've been privileged enough to be able to return once more to the Park which I class the best in New Zealand.

Kim

Tongariro National Park is the place where you can go to get away from the busy life in the city. It is a place where you can enjoy yourself. My favourite thing to do

is skiing but that involves some risk because if you get out of control you can ski into a rock or off a cliff and badly hurt yourself. The mountain is also a beautiful place to be in the summer. There are lots of walks to go on. You can also go for walks in the bush where it is beautiful and peaceful. You can hear the sounds of small streams flowing in the distance, and the sound of trees rustling in the breeze. You can go camping, cook around camp fires and breathe fresh unpolluted air. It's fun to sleep in tents. That's what the Tongariro National Park means to me.

Kelly

What the Skifield Means to Me The skifield means enjoyment all year round. It means my family and I can go up during the summer and walk, it also means skiing in the winter. Other good points are that skiers buy vegetables from our place and that brings money in so that we can have a good education. Unfortunately there are bad points as well! Out of townies usually have really neat cars and like to show them off so they go steaming down through the town and that would be very dangerous for my health.

Shanika

Silence Silence is something precious and rare, As precious as a diamond, As smooth as a rose petal, And light as a thistle down which dances free with the wind. Silence and peace, And the gentle loving of sleep, Deep and healing, soothe The fret and tension of the day. Silence is a fragile thing Shattered by the cry of an owl The bark of a dog, or the song of a thrush By the patter of rain Or rush of the wind

Lee

and Bernice

What the Skifield Means to Me The skifield a land of snow White and glistening in the light People come near and far to ski the white tops under the sun people on the ski lifts, then skiing down the slopes Come into our busy town, with cars packed galore. All the shops are busy, there's good money here. What about the quiet roads Which are now hard to cross. But when the ski season's finished, all the skiers disappear Until next year it'll start again without a place for parking.

Asharie

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Bibliographic details
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Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 5, Issue 17, 22 September 1987, Page 17

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Tapeke kupu
670

children's page Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 5, Issue 17, 22 September 1987, Page 17

children's page Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 5, Issue 17, 22 September 1987, Page 17

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