I am Salmon.  The water of the stream where I was born was oh so very sweet.  The rocks and pools were all the world to me.

          But I am Salmon.  I have the wanderlust.  There came a time when my tiny stream seemed too restrictive.

          I am Salmon.  I followed the water to the sea--no easy task these days.  In the sea I found my home and lived my life far from the place where I was born.

          But I am Salmon.  Fresh water began to beckon me.  It could not be denied.  So I turned my back upon the sea and sought my native stream.

          I am Salmon.  The journey home is long and hard and dangerous.  A thousand deaths wait along the way.  But I attempt the task.  I must at least try to bring my life and knowledge of the sea back to the earth.

          I am Salmon.  The cycle is complete.  In giving life, I die to flesh.  In the fresh, sweet water, I am born.