Save The Fish

Rescuers can become victims

The Summer was unusually dry

And the pond in the pasture

By grandpa’s farm

Was not more than a big mud pie

As we walked along side

Throwing rocks

We heard these “grunting” sounds

Without shoes and socks

We checked it out

And couldn’t believe what we’d found

Little catfish

There in the muck

Opening and closing their mouths

With pitiful grunting sounds

As they gasped for their last breath

We had to save them from death!

So to the barn we flew

For the biggest tub we knew

So just in time we’d scoop them up

And save these dying fish

The stock tank would have to do

With mud up to our knees

We dived right in with our hands

And proud as we could be

Saved a mess of these.

That night, spiked fins, barbs, bacteria and things that smell

Began to take their toll.

Two young men were in feverish pain

From their deeds so daring and bold. Recovery would take days.