by Leland Waldrip
Friday, May 09, 2008
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Salmon Gone, Fishermen Try to Adapt on a Changing Coast
Published: May 9, 2008
CHARLESTON, Ore. — So long, salmon. Steve Wilson is refitting his 51-foot troller to fish for the future. No longer will he cast for the conflicted symbol of Northwest abundance and bitterness. No more fishing for a myth.
His new quarry? Prawns. And he’s never fished for them before. The Northwest salmon fishing industry’s new quarry? Tourism. Would I go? No. I like to fish.
North Sea Cod Crisis Brings Call for Nations to Act
By CRAIG S. SMITH
The cod are disappearing from the deep gray waters that stretch to the horizon from this gull-festooned town, a stark reminder that there is a finite number of fish in the sea and that man's growing appetite for seafood, if left unchecked, could eventually drive many species to extinction.
Another bright dream is gone,
Big Chinook salmon on the line,
Picturesque coast fine-drawn,
Pacific swells, rolling blue-jasmine.
Shrinking dreams, dashed on shore,
As bio-world sickens there,
Appetites looming for more,
But less is the divided share.
Salmon gone, cod fading fast,
Next on list, apparently prawns,
So obvious — ocean life won’t last.
What, when dreadful truth dawns?
Rice rationed, wheat yield down,
Barley, hops, double price of beer,
Will we close our eyes, just frown,
Turn our heads, refuse to hear?
If human footprint we cut in two,
Yet double the population score,
Claim of progress is ballyhoo,
Planet kill rate — same as before!
That rate is forming our demise,
As third world aspires to more,
Second, desperate to actualize,
While we grow, shore to shore.
Will human progeny policy demand
Reduction to sustainable number?
Ocean fish to prudently husband,
Our daily bread to disencumber?
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Maybe the leaders of Myanmar have it right--Let Them Die. Emergency aid to save the low-lying masses will only prolong their agony. Trash fish and shrimp will come back quickly, but the land is ruined, and unchecked birthrates will quickly replace the dead as storms continue to intensify and strike the unprepared.
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|Humans are reproducing faster than our fish and seafood...or our ability to grow staples from our earth! We've got to take "minding-the-store" much more seriously. Important message well said, sir!
Blessings and Appreciation~~ Micke
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|It is interesting, all that seems to have excelerated lately. I am beginning to belive the Myan calender was right. Your carefully chosen words do ring true as to the events tht keep occurring....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by C. J. Stevens
|Another exceedingly fine poem to guide us in the right direction. I deeply respect what you are doing.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|We've truly done it now. And now, we begin our war to wipe out sea lions and dolphins who, by their very nature, like to eat 'our' salmon, too. I also posted a poem about our now vanishing salmon called, 'Ode To A Fish.'
And I think our many environmental problems will now become quite apparent to many non believers.