Tunohopu Marae
The singing of waiata, loud and true, is what comes to my mind when I think of my special place. Kapa Haka with the clapping in rhythm and swishing of piupiu too.
Children running around playing tag and games of touch.
Dishes stacking up in the kitchen, with the call going out for serving helpers.The steamy aroma of hangi and steamed pudding makes my tummy rumble.
