PALS

The Physical Activity Leaders attended the day long training course in March and have been running organised games for the Juniors on Thursdays and Fridays at lunchtime. 

The day was a combination of learning a range of games to play with youngsters and learning the management strategies needed to make sure the sessions run smoothly.

The 12 children who attended had a ball and it's great to see them in action in the playground.

MUD FROM FEB!

Photos from the school picnic in February show mud is . . .

ORIENTEERING @ Tangoio

A surprising number of Room 6 (and other members of the team) children turned up for the orienteering event at Tangoio today despite the wet conditions.

Some decided to re-create the 'Tutira Mud Walk" look from last year! 

Good results and great fun!

ANZAC POEMS

                                                                     War

                                                    Horrendous, treacherous

                                                   Fending, leaping, attacking

                                          Tragedy, no man’s land, home, paradise

                                                        Living, loving, playing

                                                                   Freedom 

                                                     By Reid

 

 

War

Mortifying, Horrendous

Killing, Commanding, Fighting

The less we forget

War

                                             By Noah
                 

In a place called No-Mans-Land,

Made of disgusting mud and dirty sand.

Bloody days and sleepless nights,

This is where the Anzacs fight!

By James

                            

Men littered around slowly fading away

Remembering the journey and lifelong friends they’d made
Close to breathing their last breath
Hoping it won’t be long till they can finally rest

Men grieve for those who were friends
Asking why it was them that reached he end
Tears fall softly as the war rages on
Conquering those who have lived long

When will it be time for going home?
Adventures aren’t meant to last this long
Sighing with head hung low
Why did thias seem fun so long ago?

 By Tessa