The Silver Salmon points to the wind
Against clearing or stormy sky
And gazes toward heaven with vigilance
Spinning yet holding it’s lie
Bright link to the past, helps memories last
Of members who’ve bid us good-bye
The Salmon swings to point to them all
With caring and watchful eye
It points to where they are fishing today
To left behind rods, reels, and flys
It points to where they lived and were loved
To where they were born and died
The Silver Salmon representing them all
Brings their message from way up high
Life’s for the living, live the most of each day
We’ll meet once again, bye and bye
Each time you walk up, or drive down the hill
Roger’s Salmon will help you recall
Of the good times and runs, we’ve all enjoyed
Look up and remember us all
On opening day, when you make your first cast
Think of us, the good times and fun
Feel our presence good friends, on the river today
Know our best fishin’s still yet to come
Dedicated in fond memory of deceased members of the Veazie Salmon Club
Feb 8, 1997 Tom Hartranft Greenville, South Carolina