Max @ Greymouth High School: May 2017

Monday 8 May 2017

Ground Weta Workshop Poem

Ground weta blending into wood,

So not to be seen like it should,

Some older that others,

But they are still brothers,

They don’t have udders,

But mate in Summers,

What type of weta are they,

Depends on where they live and where they stay,

But when they come across something they haven't seen before They think it's bizarre,

When they see another weta they don't know who they are,

Little ground weta fighting for the leaf,

But when the caterpillar come along all he wanted to do was be a sneaky thief,

Make a noise behind them and they’ll hear you from their knees,

You can find them in trees,

They might rumble in the breeze.

Possums and mice think weta are fun,

Because they always end up in their tum.

By Max and Josh R.

Max @ Greymouth High School