Salmon Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Salmon



Salmon conquer frigid falls
bears and beavers, Nature calls.
Grizzly's reach is quick and sure
waters foaming, cold and pure,
countless seedlings seeking silk
white and slippery, spawning milk,
trouts diverted, salmon's king
can you feel my final sting?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: seeking
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