The Salmon

An ebbing flowing tide
is not an easy plight
Salmon force their way forward with all their strength and might

Precariously pounding it travels thru the salty sea
Salmon narrowly avoids a trawers net
as ginormous as can be

Plodding on, no time to spare
one by one the Salmon follows, It needs to keep up with the others, they will all spawn there

Finally fatigued 
Salmon reaches Wooler weir, but there are so many dangers lurk here..I fear

For at the summit of the barrier
Salmon has to hurl
It lunges itself up in the air, whilst it’s tail does uncurl

Jumping and leaping frenzingly high, this spectacle is phenomenon
to the human eye
A unique display for a passerby

Hitting the ledge, weakening,
It is undeterred
Salmon springs up in a frantic frenzy, splish splashes can be heard

On and On Oh fearless fish, as it bounces and bounds
The waterfall is deafening, swim bladders vibrate gushing sounds

As if all is lost, he can take no more, Salmon attempts a summersault, it vaults with implore

Victoriously successful
Salmon vertically leaps..
Swimming on through the weir to the fresh water so deep

Finally finding rest..Oh how his colour is changed
He ovulates his eggs, so incredible and strange