Once swans glided on your surface
while watchful clouds hovered above
Canadian Geese honked their presence
squirrels skittered in the nearby grove
Your benches hosted lovers’ trysts
and gave solace to distraught souls
on the shore, gulls gobbled the feast –
breadcrumbs kids tore from moldy loaves.
In deep winter your frozen pond
held children who skated and sled
during spring thaw, mallards returned
among the reeds, they lived and bred.
But algae came and slowly spread
you suffocated, yearned for rain
but long hot summers bled you dry
and wildflowers now mark your grave.
My favorite place around our neighborhood was this little pond that teemed with birdlife. I loved going there to watch people and take pictures while my children played in the nearby playground. On weekend afternoons, the place was packed – there were photographers, lovers, families on a stroll, and children having a blast feeding the birds. I first saw the place in 2012 – the water was still clean(ish) and autumn looked great. Next year, I saw algea creeping all over the place. It seemed that the pond never looked as good again.
Four weeks ago, on a rainy day, I came by to take pictures and was so shocked to find that the pond was no more. Where the water used to be, only grass and wildflowers grew.
Below is a roundup of pictures I have posted of the pond when it was still one.