Purerehua Poem
The whooping noise is music to my ears
Smooth sanded driftwood spinning and spinning vertically
and horizontally
and horizontally
Wisssssssshhhhhhhhh the sound just above my head
like a frog in a motorbikes engine
Ow! the sting sliced my finger easily like a tomato
I scream, like a trumpet whining and whimpering
By Cameron
