We are like salmon, swimming back upstream: <br />leaping against waterfalls that thwart, <br />cut and bruised; but strong; our only dream <br />return to source; no thought save source of thought; <br /> <br />and in that fight, our iron age turns to bronze, <br />and we to heroes, in a war of soul, <br />as nature seeks the nature it had once; <br />though wholly lost, remembering the whole. <br /> <br />We silver salmon, sparkling as the sun <br />shines on our fierce and loving enterprise: <br />to rear our children where the world is one; <br />the source remembered, nature's greatest prize. <br /> <br />The golden age is ageless in its gleam <br />and we, like salmon, swimming back upstream.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0222-return-to-the-golden-age/
