Purerehua Poem
Searching the beach, finding the perfect wood.
Sanding down, till smooth
Running fingers down, feeling no knots
Time to paint
Dipping my paintbrush into paint
Stroking on wood
Making the perfect Maori design
Finished
Let it air dry
Drilling holes slowly, threading the string
Tying a double knot
My purerehua is completed
Swinging it around my head
Letting it make the beautiful soft sound
Luring in the lizards
Hearing the sound of the buzz from a blowfly
Listening to it with whanau
in the pure darkness.
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