The salmon work so hard
but the water runs so fast.
It holds them back; they push.
They flail; they fail.
It pushes them back, again.
They keep trying, again and again.
The water keeps rushing and raining; flowing and filling up the creek.
The salmon keep rushing and rallying; floundering and falling back.
Is it futile?
It’s life; the will forces the way.
But who’s will and who’s way?
Brains and brawn; Beauty doesn’t matter.
The whole thing is beautiful.
It inspires me.
It depresses me.
But the Salmon know:
It’s better to die a big death than to live a small life.
Along Spencer Creek, or, Why I Love Living in, Our Valley Town, Dundas, Ontario
I love Dundas so I'm gonna show it with my pictures!
~ Navajo Prayer ~
In beauty may I walk.
All day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
Beautifully will I possess again...
Beautifully joyful birds...
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk.
With dew about my feet
may I walk.
With beauty may I walk.