Morning Star Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Me he mea ko Kōpu!

As fair as the rising morning star
Her eyes are as brilliant as the full moon
Outlining dark hills in a crystal-clear sky
A presence so becoming she can
Call in the returning tides.

Though the clouds gather in the night sky
The stars are so numerous and startling bright
With many caught glistening in the net
Brought together by the vast cast of light
Thrown across the heavens.

Who can bring to harvest the catch
Before the billows hide the shoal?
She will be waiting by the shore alone
When the dawn clears to reveal
The rainbow in its glory.