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A Duck Pond Day

Updated on June 19, 2014

By: Wayne Brown

A thick dank fog is rising from the clear, glassy waters

The early silence is broken by a couple of playing otters

The rusty cattails rustle; their stems tossed in light wind

Morning comes a-callin’ on the duck pond once again


Baby duckling follow mama, feather down upon their back

They’ll slide into the waters, feet paddling as they quack

Catfish laze along searching each inch of the shoreline

Scrounging the muddy bottom for food they might find


Mama Cow and baby calf wade into the shallow of the pond

Just to quench their thirst then off to the pasture they run

Green-shell turtle rests upon the end of an old rotting log

He won’t move not one inch until the sunshine breaks the fog


Grass is greenly growing upon all the duck pond’s surrounds

Warm summer weather is heating up the grassy grounds

Soon eggs will lay, warmed and hatched, and babies will noisy call

Signaling their new-born hunger to duck pond citizens all


Young boy with his dog in trail arrives with his readied fishing bait

He’ll laze around about the bank hoping the fish have not yet ate

Then he’ll catch himself a big, bright, shimmering, shiny bream

Then he and dog head for home taking the big fish along with them


Tadpoles collect in flocks along the shallows of the muddy bogs

In a few days their tales fall off as they magically become frogs

The old shiny water snake will crawl high into the willow trees

Seeking the sun’s warmth and shelter away from you and me



Mosquitoes buzz over the water in search of blood-bite

Big bass rolling the surface bellies all sparkle and white

Barn owl sits in a tree twisting his neck all around

Field mouse runs fast hoping not to be found


Dragon flies hover about on wings of transparent precision

Long-tongued bullfrog has delicious insects in his vision

An Egret wades to feed in the reed that waves and wilts

Looking much like a fisherman walking ‘round on stilts


The day will run the sun will shine upon this special place

All the many animals will sleep, feed, play, and chase

And once again rays of sun will die and signal the day is done

And cool of night and thick of fog will return to the duck pond.



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      Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas

      @Anzzetta...Thank glad you enjoyed it. I remember when I wrote that one having this mental picture of that little pond and all the things that could take place around it. I am glad I could stir your memories and emotios. ~WB

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      Anzzetta 4 years ago

      I really like this,,it Mayes me think of the place where my ,mom and dad last lived,,,sweet, thanks,,,,,

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @GojiJuiceGoodness....Thank you. I worked hard to bring out the visuals on this one. I appreciate your comment! WB

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      GojiJuiceGoodness 7 years ago from Roanoke, Virginia

      Beautiful poem!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @TomWhitworth...glad I could stir your memories, Tom! WB

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      Tom Whitworth 7 years ago from Moundsville, WV


      Your poem just took me back to 1955 on Fish Creek at camp with my aunt and uncle.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @SR1...Thank you for those good words, Ken. I could see that pond very clearly as I began to write. Since I don't own one, I had to do it the old fashion way...I had to create it! WB

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      saddlerider1 7 years ago

      Yes you captured the imagery of a pond for sure pardner. I felt like I was laying there with a tall piece of grass between my lips, silently listening and watching all these wonderful activities as they unfold before me. New life and old amusing themselves waiting for the heat of the sun to energize them once more as they scurry about their business in the pond. I also felt the sun warm my body as I awake from my rest. Great piece my friend.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Bpop....Poppy, I wouldn't mind sitting out in the shade by the duck pond with my brandy and cigar! WB

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      Love the poem, love the imagery and love the thought of you sitting on the patio enjoying a cigar and a brandy!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @ralwus...I saw that you followed him Charlie. Michael will be glad now that I've got him pumped to read your stuff. Michael is my bartender at the place around the corner where Barb and I drink and dine on Friday nights...called birapharetti' italian joint with an Irish bar! I'm sitting here on the patio smoking a cigar, drinkin brandy on the rocks and thinkin of writin something cool! WB

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      ralwus 7 years ago

      Now I want to visit the pond. But not now, it's too hot. I can't believe the poetry you are writing now, good stuff. btw, I friended your friend you suggested.

      See ya later. CC