A Facebook friend was eight years old
In nineteen sixty-seven
We lived next door with my three kids
And friendship was a given
Our families fished the nearby creek
I don’t think that was legal
But land-locked salmon tasted good
And finances were meager
One day we heard some frantic screams
From woods along the creek
Two little girls, one was my friend,
They’d screamed ’til they were weak.
My little friend had stumbled on
A Connibear-type trap
All set to kill an animal
With a body-gripping snap
The other girl detached the chain
Attached to nearby tree
Metal clamps compressed the leg
‘Twas caught so painfully
With cries of “Help” she half-dragged friend
Through underbrush and brier,
Desperation gave her strength
And love helped her aspire.
My husband grasped the rigid clamps
That held the leg secure
It took a mighty effort
To release that Connibear.
The years went by and last I saw
Her wound no longer showed
A married woman with four kids
Doing handsprings on the road!