Mysterious Moai
Ambitiously carving my way through rock,
Bulky and towing as they mock,
Collaborating together to walk,
Despite no talk,
Exhausted but satisfied,
With what I have achieved, as I lurk,
For moving Moai is no light work.
By Elizabeth
The Gods
Moai is their name,
People built them for their chiefs and leaders,
In the high mountains they did,
Rock against rock to make a gigantic sculpture of a God.
To move them to the edge of the island they need a hefty squad!
Facing the sea protecting the people so they can live carefree.
All trees fall and people start eating each other...
1000 years later the moai fall and the people shed tears.
By Adrien
Moai Poem
Heads on the mountains,
Heads by the shore,
The people that built them ended up poor.
But how were they moved?
Did they walk?
Or were they rolled?
No one knows but here's a theory,
Ropes tied round the eyes,
The moai awaited,
Would they fall or would they live?
Men and boys maybe girls,
Pulled with strength,
Pulled with might,
Swearing under their breath as the giant walked,
Their veins showed,
Their sweat dripped,
The sun was heavy on them.
After their effort,
After their strength,
After their might, the moai in situ,
But some friends of the moai, were dead on the glade.
Ashlee
Moai Poem
A moai is bulky
The massive statues of Rapa Nui
They lay their eyes
Focusing on the humans
Backs to the mighty ocean
Crusty, burnt grass surrounding them
Located on Easter island
A confident team
As workers in two groups
Sent from Chille
In slo mo they are listed
To transfer the moais
Accidently
The beast suddenly fell on a angle
From their bare hands
Using our solid muscles
We force
slanting the maoi back up
Intensely pushing
Peeling the grass open with a spatula
For an entry we dig deeper
plugging the moai inside.
Summer
Max Moving The Moai
Our muscles burning, sweat glistening
The ropes are tight and fingers are slipping.
Now pulling hard with all our might,
the great Moai put up a huge fight.
Finally, the Moai is stuck in its place,
staring out at the Rapa Nui race.
Standing strong and tall bracing
as the elements come racing.
Chewing away at the rock
the wind and spray are hard to block.
Many years quickly pass,
And now the Moai lie in the grass.
Max
Man-made statues,
Standing tall,
Towering over
Everything small
Representing the chiefs,
Created with little tools,
Stone and ash combined,
To create the mighty statues,
Rhythm exert to transport,
Heave back and forth,
The moai have been planted,
Leaving few to lie,
Broken,
destroyed.
Moai are stone heads,
Tilt and tug to transport rock,
Buried deep through time.
Eva
Moai poem
Pulling the ropes with all their force
The moai starts to walk,
The dirty track making dust
Every pull a painful scream my hands burn to bits
the stone drops like a rock hitting the ground below,
The statue shattered into bits
How emotional
Lewis
Moai Poem
Ropes from tree bark
An Island surrounded by sharks
There lived a race
That made statues with a fierce face
Pulling the moai with the rope
With everyone gleaming with hope
Heaving and hoeing
Although they are knowing
That it will be worth it.
They puff and puff from pulling that tuff
After the last pull, they had enough.
Luke
Standing Tall
Moai stand tall,
On the odd occasion they don't fall.
On their way to the coast,
They look like they are most.
Solid and square,
As they stare.
At everyone who lives on the land,
As they stand.
Their backs to the ocean,
Waves crashing in motion.
On the odd occasion they don't fall,
Moai, stand tall.
-Renee
