The Big Torres Pond - by Robert Timmings

With my snorkel and mask,

I race to the waist,

with a lunge and a plunge

I am swilled but so thrilled

at the plight that I sight,

as I gaze and amaze

and I look in a nook

at the creatures and features

In the big Torres pond

My eyes seem surprised

I'm a lout watching trout.

Its immoral to touch coral

but my glove it does love,

To touch a fish and I wish,

that I should if I could,

have some gills, oh the thrills.

Floating slack, so relaxed

In the big Torres pond.

A turtle sprints, and he hints,

He's unfazed, in a daze.

Giant clams, big as a man.

Blue sting ray, out for the day

Fish abound, all around.

Flashes of light, so I might

Get excited or frighted

of a shark in the dark

In the big Torres pond.

Cray fish, with a death wish

Anenomies with no enemies

Fish are stripey, some mighty

All slick, swim so quick

Run in fear, from Ben's spear

As he lunges and plunges

To the deep, just to reap

Custaceans's fate, becomes our full plate

From the Torres pond.