Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Toka and this is my memory poem.
On a warm and sunny day, my feet remember the smooth and slippery surface
my legs remember the warm breeze as i jump in the air,
my body remembers the pain as i was warming up,
my arms remember the struggle as i hung from the hoop,
my hands remember the ball bouncing up and down,
my face remembers the wind as i run,
my mind remembers the excitement as i run the court to win game.
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