This term in Korimako, we have been doing some powerful writing by creating our own Pūrākau (legends). This was helped along by our reading, we read pūrākau after pūrākau, carefully thinking about the plot and how the author had written it. We then started to learn how to describe a setting and character in an interesting and engaging way. Finally we co-constructed a rubric of how the best pūrākau should be written. We included many language features we had learned over the year such as similes; metaphors; personification and more! Below is a small snippet from some of our powerful pūrākau:

A long time ago before the maunga existed there was an icy, plain land. The ice stretched for days. The ice was a blanket, stretching far beyond the horizon. Miniature ice spikes shot up from the ground at the speed of sound. Tiny snowflakes danced on their way to the ground slowly as a turtle. Blake FB

So my mum and dad didn’t exactly get along and I know you will freak when I tell you why. So my mum is the Greek primordial goddess of the night, Nyx, and my dad is Sobek, is the Egyptian god of crocodiles, and has a crocodile as a head. Now picture me, what do I look like? Am I a god? How old am I? By some fluke of nature I am not a god, nor do I have a crocodile for a head. I am just plain old 15-year-old Luke. Charlie C

Till one day…the taniwha awoke from his cave… The sky went charcoal black, the birds fainted, the flowers shriveled up, the berries on the treetops died, the crystal clear river stopped flowing, the grass disappeared and the people fled from sight. Issie W

Long ago, when the world was new and humans had yet to find Aotearoa, a grand limestone castle stood atop a steep hill. The castle was home to the King of the patupaiarehe. The King had a harsh golden glare, flaming red hair and a temper to rival the gods. His only problem was he had no queen. Matilda H

On the way Mane heard some strange rustling sounds and some twigs snapping. He arrived at the lake and settled down on the lush grass. Mane heard the sounds again, but this time they got louder and louder and then he felt a cold breeze on his left shoulder. He instantly turned around and detached his patu from its bindings just to see a ginormous taniwha. Samar C