order of the salmon the salmon poem

[jason]

I hesitate to be unkind,

but the salmon has a one track mind.

once every seasonfull of fire

he swims upstream higher and higher.

Up rocks and rills, upstreams and hills.

Up high cascades, up glassy glades.

Through canyon steeps, through waters deep

up stones and rocks, up dams and locks.

From day to night, from dark to light

Until at last on one bright dawn

he gets there just in time to spawn.

Now having done his salmon duty,

and having wooed his salmon cutie,

and weary from his trip uptown

in quiet water he will drown.

Pondering with his dying bubble -

just why is fun loving so darn much trouble !!

though you fellow fishermen would like to read a little poem that a friend on mine brought to my attention