Dear James,

A friend sent me  note a few days ago about the river he lives near that is still frozen but almost ready for spring break-up.  Then for some reason you sent me a Google+ message saying you wished I could write about bringing back the fish in a more beatnik poetry style.

It’s now break-up time and the spring runs of salmon are now waiting at the river mouths for the rivers to once again be free of winter.  It’s almost the season of the fish.

I recall break-up time from a winter I spent in the wilds of the far north. I was living in a rustic camp shack working as a faller.  Knocking down a forest doomed to drown behind a dam.  Every day I crossed the frozen river walking to where I was working. Daylight and dusk, crossing the ice, the best time of day to watch nature.

As the days drew nearer to break-up time all of nature became drawn and focused on that frozen river.  The ice held me and all of nature in its thrall.  Then one day with a loud roar the break-up occurred and the river was once again flowing water.  Though for a time it was roiling with great chunks of winter.  Seems a lot like my life.

Could be a mash-up cover song – An Ode to Spring And The Return Of The Fish

 Must Be The Season Of The Fish

When I walk to the river
Many sights to see
And when I’m at that river
So many different people to be
That it’s strange
So strange

You got to help up every fish
You got to help up every fish
You got to help up every fish
Mmmm, must be the season of the fish
Must be the season of the fish, yeah
Must be the season of the fish

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat lookin’ over
His shoulder at me
And he’s strange
Sure is strange

You got to help up every fish
You got to help up every fish, yeah
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the fish
Must be the season of the fish, yeah
Must be the season of the fish

You got to help up every fish
Two salmon swimin’ in the ditch
Beatniks out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the fish
Must be the season of the fish
Must be the season of the fish
When I go

When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
It’s strange
Sure is strange

You got to help up every fish
You got to help up every fish
Two salmon swimmin’ in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the fish
Must be the season of the fish, yeah
Must be the season of the fish
When I go
When I go

There’s music! Thanks Donovan.

I need singing lessons!

Best fishes

Russ George

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