On a hot Summers day - by Clyde Morris

My feet remember the rock hard concrete burning my feet,
My legs remember constantly prevailing as we waited to be welcomed into the Marae,
My body remembers the soft breeze going down my shirt and tingling my spine,
My arms remember swaying to and fro as I waslked into the Marae,
My hands remember feeling nervous as I strolled,
My face remembers the hot summer's breeze in the Marae,
My mind remembers the Marae again.

On a hot summers day

On A Boring Restless Sunday Morning by Ella Logan

My feet remember pacing up the wide, concrete pathway,

My legs remember kicking Pratistha as I rolled over on the soft, single mattress,

My body remembers dozing on the hot sandy beach,

My arms remember creating a sea turtle out of sand,

My hands remember grabbing the cold hard floor inside the marae,

My face remembers sweat dripping down from the beaming hot sun,

My mind remembers the latest night of my life,

That marae trip will encourage me to learn more about the maori culture.