The reading quest

The reading quest
by Hayley Ann Solomon

There is no greater way to understand what we are and who we are to become than through reading. Reading opens the portals of our mind, accesses our collective unconscious and shapes us as a nation.

Well, boys and girls, take a look-
Kereru fell inside a book.
No-one could be more surprised
Than ‘Reru—
who was mesmerised!

At first the writing made no sense,
boldly black and dark and dense,
but as he stared, he felt much better—
each curvy angle made a letter!
Each letter linked to make a word,
each word a sentence, I have heard.
Now ‘Reru knows it’s rude to stare,
but some strange magic happened there.
The words all rhymed, when strung along,
to form a kapai reru song.
And the song went . . .

Kapai ‘Reru can’t you see,
you’re inside a dictionary?
All the words there’ll ever be,
belong in here the inventory!
So if you’re quick and take a peek,
my page will turn to what you seek.

But who is that? What’s the matter?
It’s Alice, dears, and old Mad Hatter.
Turn the pages, turn them do . . .
there’s Thing One and there’s Thing Two!
No, turn some more, I want to meet . . .
Cinderella down that street.
Tane Mahuta and Hawaiki . . .
Hine or Maui oh come … quickly
‘Reru ‘Reru don’t go far
That is Where the Wild Things Are!
Jump to pages seven and nine
to duel with kings in olden time.
Grab a helmet take a sword,
Merlin waits and you’re a lord.
Lord Kereru?
Now that’s real funny,
but not so strange as Pooh bear’s honey!
Sweet and sticky, gold and runny
it can’t fill up a small bear’s tummy.

‘Reru ‘Reru can’t you see
You’re inside a dictionary?
All the words there’ll ever be
belong in here the inventory.
But if you’re quick and take a peek,
my page will turn to what you seek.

Mrs Dis-com-bob- ulous
Margaret mahy’s one of us
Wave hello to Toad and Otter,
fly a broom to Harry Potter.
Tired of wizards? Take a turn,
There’re crazy things for you to learn.
And learning makes us grow and feel
Learning makes our world more real.

Maths in puzzlers to keep our minds busy. . .
tongue twisting testers to make our teeth dizzy.
Hey!
There’s the girl who sells seashells on the seashore,
turn the page quickly in case we find more!
Peter Piper’s picking a peck of pickled peppers . . .
Hurry, hurry, we don’t like pepper –
turn the page to something better!

Back again to true, true tales
Of southern cross and northern gales,
how to bunji, how to draw,
‘Reru reads about them all.
Then . . . mind the dragon on one-one two,
he’s breathing fire
—he’s close to you.

Reru Reru can’t you see,
you’re inside a dictionary?
All the words there’ll ever be
belong in here the inventory.
But if you’re quick and take a peek,
my page will turn to what you seek.

Lowly worm,
and Where’s that Wally?
The Water Hole is down that alley.
Do I hear the jungle drums?
Boom, bom, boom, bom,
Reru feels it loud and strong.

Sometimes
stories are sad or frightening . . .
Christchurch quakes, or lost mums – lightening . . .
But keep reading reader,
Don’t you cease—
after storms there’s often peace.

And every word has its place,
every letter
linked
and laced,
every story you will find,
stretches Kereru’s magic mind.

Come imagine,
come and read –
kiwi quests are quest
indeed.

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