Fish Farms Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The '70s sun, a Northern gleam,
Off Norway's coast, a fishing dream.
Long nets unfurled, a hidden snare,
Drifting with tides, upon the air.

For salmon bound, to rivers' call,
A silent trap, embracing all.
No chance to fight, no space to roam,
Just tangled mesh, and a watery tomb.

The years have passed, the nets are gone,
New ways are found, the fish live on.
In penned-up farms, a different scene,
Salmon like sheep, no longer keen.

To run the streams, to taste the wild,
But fed and watched, a gentle child.
I knew the sea, the open chase,
This tamed farmed fish, I can't embrace.

T.M.Solvang