Matariki

 

Matariki – Maori New Year   

In a physical sense, Matariki is a cluster of seven stars within the constellation Taurus (in fact  Matariki is actually made up of several hundred stars but only seven of them can be seen with the naked eye).  The word Matariki means ‘little eyes’ or ‘eyes of gold’.Towards the end of May, the seven stars sink below the horizon and disappear from New Zealand's night sky – but not for long.  Keep a close eye on the sky in June, you may be lucky enough to see Matariki return.

Anzac Day Display & Resources

Excerpt from ’In Flanders Fields’  By Norman Jorgensen & Brian Harrison-Lever
From his shell hole a sniper lines the cross on his sights with the middle of the soldiers chest.  He takes the slack from the trigger, but waits.  The young soldier walks on, the white scarf hanging limply from the bayonet.  Another sniper brings his sights onto the young mans face.  The eyes and nose are red from the cold and the lingering gas of a recent attack.  A machine-gunner pulls back the bolt from the side of his gun.  But still the young soldier walks slowly forward, his boots crunching in the iced black mud of the frozen battlefield.  Finally he reaches the wire.  He puts down his rifle, and gently frees the bird.  Raising the bird above his head, he lets it go.  It flies towards the enemy lines, but crashes to the ground after a few meters, its wings beating feebly.  The soldier walks forward and gently picks up the bird.  He stands holding it tenderly in both hands, warming it against the chill.  He is a solitary figure in the huge, desolate battle ground.  More rifles are aimed at him.  After a long time he again lifts up the bird and lets it go.  This time it flies up and away.  He whispers softly, ‘Merry Christmas, little bird’.  A sniper whispers to himself, ‘Gluckliche Weihnact, Digger!’ and lowers his rifle.  The young soldier turns back to his own lines and, forgetting his rifle and scarf, walks towards his trench.
And as he walks away, from the trenches behind him he can hear hoarse, lonely voices beginning to sing: Stille nacht, heilige nacht….Then, as he gets closer to his own trench, he hears the carol continue: all is calm, all is bright,  Round yon virgin, mother and child, Holy Infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep….