My Poem

Tonga, is as hot as a steam room.
The children finish their chores as fast as cheetahs.
When the children play around they are so energetic.
After they play they take little naps

Tongan houses don’t have as much equipment as us it’s like it stands and run away.
Their gardens that they grow are like mini rainbows.

Education is important.
Their facilities are not that bad.
But at home they sometimes get hidings from their dad.

When the teenagers go look for food it starts to be a war zone.
When hurricanes strike they make the children’s teeth chatter but it mostly doesn’t matter.
All of us Tongans are already used to these dangerous disasters but when it strikes we scatter to our hiding places.

In Tonga they make Ngatu’s then they cover it with patterns.
A Ngatu is what we use to cover our walls with.
When they put it up on the wall it has to be flatten.
When we have a special occasion we have to wear it and if you cut yourself you have to use a medical kit