How the Huia got extinct, here's a poem to tell you how:
Huia - Bill Manhire
I was the first of birds to sing
I sang to signal rain
the one I loved was singing
and singing once again
My wings were made of sunlight
My tail was made of frost
My song was now a warning
and now a song of love
I sang upon a postage stamp
I sang upon your coins
but money stepped towards me
and stole away my voice
Where are you when you vanish?
Where are you when you’re found?
I’m made of greed and anguish
a feather on the ground
lived among you once
and now I can’t be found
I’m made of things that vanish
a feather on the ground.
Hi Londyn my name is Paityn I am a student at NBC.
ReplyDeleteI like the poetry that you used
It reminds me of the drawings that you did at Home
Maybe you could add some colour to make it pop out
What is a Huia? Do you like what it is?