ON THE MANUHERIKA RIVER - Brian Turner
The sun's shameless on the river
which is ruckled, bright, noisy.
I like it here, and forever.
The wildflowers spank. A posy
here, another there. And here comes
the water, and there it goes
round the bend downstream.
Best not, friend, do our sums
on blessed days like this. Woes
we suppress. Look, your eyes gleam.