The Waka

As I board the sacred vessel I sit with my whanau.  “Tahi, rua, toru, wha” the fierce warriors chant. I hold the oars tightly, with my strong tattooed arms. “Splash, splash splash” the waves hit the bow.  “Splash” the oars hit the water like a droplet of  water hitting the ground.

The beautiful carved waka glides through the glistening water. I see the fabulous carved koruru in front of my eyes. The waka is carved out of the tough totara tree. The waka has a smooth shape so we can go fast to war.