Memories From The Pond

–Two Hearts: A Love Story

My wife and I were driving by the pond early in the morning.  The sun was rising over the pond burning the fog off the water.  On what seemed like a ray of sunlight two White Pekin ducks came swimming out of the mist.  They were a bright white and the sun almost seemed to color them golden.  They were majestic, spiritual, and almost otherworldly, a beauty beyond what words could describe.

They swam side by side touching, and you knew they were in love, a powerful love beyond the moment, a lifelong love, and forever together.  We walked down to the pond and watched them, unable to take our eyes away from them.  We knew that we were seeing something so very beautiful that it would always be with us, something we would never forget.

We came to the pond often and they were always there swimming side by side or snuggled together on the bank when the weather was bad.  They would swim for hours and then scour along the banks looking for food like fish, algae, berries, and crickets.  It was always comforting when we would drive by and see them in the pond.  They became special friends to us.

Early in the morning just before the sunrise, we saw them swimming across the pond heading straight to where we were standing.  Trailing behind the mother duck were eight little baby ducks.  They were coming to show them off to us.  They were so beautiful, playful, and just adorable.

Every time we visited their pond, they came running up the bank to say hello.  They seemed to get bigger with each new visit.  We knew that at some point they would head off on their own.  It would not be long before it was just the two of them again.  It was always hard to say goodbye to the babies, but they had their own life to live.

Toward the end of the season, we arrived just before the sunrise, and we could only see a single duck on the water.  We waited several hours for the other one, but it never came.  It was so sad to see the lone duck swimming alone on the pond.  They gifted us with their beauty, inspired us with their love, and filled us with the joy of their babies.  The lone Pekin duck swam on the pond and nested on the bank when the cold weather came.  It hurt our hearts to see her alone and we hoped each morning that we would find two again swimming on the water toward the bank to say hello and share their gifts with us once more.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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  1. This story is so beautiful and touching Larry. Tears welled up in my eyes as you described the love shared between nature’s amazing creations and us as human beings. I find it fascinating to witness and be open to receive their beauty in the form of emotions. They feel it too. I treasure these blessings and heartfelt connections, for they leave us far too soon. Yet they live on in a very special place forever etched in our memories. Thank You my friend.

    • Thank you my friend. This is a story from what I actually seen. In our day we have many stories all around us, often we don’t take the time to see the story and it goes unwritten.

  2. I take in a sunset in depth whenever the opportunity comes my way. I was able to imagine myself there at the pond Larry. It changes so much to know the importance of memories and those who we have loved. Thank you for this article.

    • Memories are echoes of our life, always near so that when we listen to the echoes we can tell our stories.

  3. The pure beauty of the morning at sunrise and the color of the ducks’ feathers transported me to the pond with you and your wife. Seeing her with her ducklings must have been very touching. We’ll never know why she eventually was alone. Like humans, death or other circumstances can interrupt relationships of a lifetime. We’re grateful to have the time with our loved ones and it’s important to create beautiful memories from day to day. Thank you for this heartwarming story, Larry.