I stand amongst the material age.
Fight head on with my shield of ancestry
As strong as thick rope entwined wrights!

Elder spirits,leave for whales,entering their divulgence.
They are large enough to kill the beast called isolation.
We are left to struggle and put to our daily test.

Strong enough to be natures torpedo;causing havoc!
Though like an ancient meditation.They glide endlessly
through the sea peacefully.

Wise enough though to stay formidable;
like a moving island.
surprisingly only the plancton are frightened.

We are aghast with wonder.These sea creatures bask,
in our soul anchor,we feel their presence.
Though we grapple against the arrogance of our age.

We turn over a new page.

The existing chief,throws the giant whale tooth
To the bed of the ocean.A boat full of reluctant recruits.
such is the nurturing of the new fruits.

Which Maori boy,will be a man?Dive for honour,glory,pride.
Who is favoured by natures,strength,to steer his tribe clear,a future with security not vulnerability and fear.

Prize too much?To be Chief ,who will pick out the tooth,
from the ocean bed?A fight breaks out instead .
ivory offering remains the seas claim.

We here the raw of the sea,
will the whales listen to me?
As I speak the ancient talk to be.

Who will be the Whale rider?Who bought us to these shaws?
The inner voice rises again you see ,they say it`s for me.
The crown ,and place my tribe to good society.

Do I truly have that inner wealth?
After all i`m only a girl of Twelve.