Three ways to publish a Google Doc!

Samantha's super legend of Wairaka - published 3 ways!

Publishing a Google Doc using the embed code. It is hard for your audience to read.

 

 Here is the link to my Wairaka writing. 

 Publishing using a link. This is not the best way to attach your audience. Most blog readers will just scroll on past.

The best way is to copy the text from your Google Document and then paste it directly into a blog post. 

	The legend of Wairaka
	One day long long ago, after travelling around New Zealand for many months on end, the Ngati Awa tribe arrived at a stunning beach with pure white sand and glistening aqua shallows. Also in this wonderful place were lime green planes and big pohutukawa trees, their trunks covered in a rich dark brown colour and their red flowers were like sunset diamonds. Tui’s sang joyful notes of song from within the trees which they were hiding.  The water lapped against their Waka as chief Toroa led all the men off the boat and through the lush lime green grasslands to explore this wondrous island and find a safe place for all the women and children they had left aboard to stay.
	Now the men had forgotten to tie the waka to one of the nearby trees, but the woman didn’t know this so none of them got up to tie it on. Wairaka watched her father as he disappeared into foliage, once all the men had disappeared a change came to the atmosphere. Suddenly her whole world turned pitch black, it flickered then some of the lig and soaking her clothes. Before long most of the children were huddled together on the floor crouching away from the terrible storm which was stronger than a raging bull! The violently choppy waves collided against the Waka causing it to almost capsize. The storm played with the waka like a cat might with a mouse. All the women were screaming and the children were throwing fits of tears clinging onto their mothers like their lives depended on it.  “Ahh Where did this come from?” Wairaka flung around to face the closest woman, “What’s happening? Did our anchor break? Help!!!!!” The women she had just been speaking to turned away, uninterested in their conversation. She had other kids to deal with. Wairaka looked around and saw giant choppy waves pushing them towards some jagged rocks that Wairaka hadn’t noticed before. She looked around for the man her father usually left on the boat with them, there was no one there! Suddenly it hit her. The day had been so calm and the water so still he hadn’t thought to leave someone here let alone throw down the anchor, not that that would help them. My fathers not here she thought and my tribe is going to die, I've gotta save them!   “Stand back!” she yelled and she shot through the crowd of women and children to get to the spot where the men sat, “What are you doing?” Many women questioned her and many others tried to hold her back “You can’t touch the paddle, it's tapu! If it wasn’t we would have done something!” Wairaka's own aunt Aria spat this at her! “Well I can’t just sit there and let you all die, I'm the closest relation to father! Mother is dead! You’re her sister in law!”she snapped back. Other than that she ignored people.ht came flowing back creating a gloomy landscape. Wairaka recoiled as raindrops pelleted down around her, striking her on the back
	Back then touching a waka paddle was considered (Tapu) sacred, only men could touch it. Women were kept as far away from the paddle as possible (they didn’t want to risk them accidently touching it).
	But Wairaka knew it had to be done so she picked up the paddle, held it high above her head and flung around to face the waves then she screamed to her ancestors (Kia Whakatane au i ahau) let me act like a man. Then she slammed the paddle into the water and heaved the waka back ashore to safety. By then all men were back at the shore and greeted their loved ones with care and anxiety checking them for cuts and bruises, luckily no one was injured in any way.
	Finally the terrific gale was over! Or at least for them, Wairaka jumped out of the Waka and fought through the choppy shallows. When Wairaka reached the edge of the waka she latched her hand onto it and began pulling. Eventually they got to shore, men rushed down all around them to get to their loved ones, she turned to look at the inside of the waka and was aghast. People were dropping out of the waka and flopping onto the sand face first. Very few people had not been affected. “WAIRAKA!!” Wairakas father came hurtling towards her. “We're staying here. The beach is safe, you can all come ashore!” He shouted this over Wairaka’s shoulder before turning to her, “Oh I’m so proud of you” he stroked her long black hair “We’ll build a statue of you!” he announced “But… But…” Wairaka protested. “No buts no ifs, it’s happening!” The Ngati Awa tribe stayed at the beach for many more years to come. If you go to the beach now there is a statue of Wairaka standing on the very beach where she saved her tribe. Some say that she is standing guard of the beach ready to leap into action if danger ever arises again.

This term we have been learning about Wairaka, our ancestor.  We have been retelling one of her legends and have had a lot of writing to publish to our blogs. We decided to look at all the different ways to publish and decided that copy and paste is the most immediately appealing and noticeable way. Do you agree with us?