05/03/2026
Sometimes when I am typesetting, something beautiful arises that I want to read again and again, not for typos but for pleasure. This poem, "The Pond People" is by Dennis Saddleman for an upcoming book, "Upon a Wishing Moon." He, like the other authors, are members of the Survivors Circle of the National Centre for Truth and Reconciliation.
The Pond People
In 1966 my dad chose to have our new house built by the pond.
In the pond there lived the duck people, the frog people, the otter people and the beaver people. Other side of the pond there’s the highway. In winter, people can skate on the pond. In summer frogs sang during the day and during the night. My parents are gone; they took their spiritual journey many years ago.
Today my wife Jean and I, we live in the house by the pond.
Look! Look at the pond!
On the water surface. Bubbles! Bubbles!
On the water surface. Something emerged. Something came out of the water. It was a man and a woman. They stood at the edge of the pond. Water dripping to the ground. They smelled like the pond. Their clothes were old and raggedy. Their flesh greenish and blueish. Together the man and the woman walked up a hill. They walked to the house. They stood at the door.
In the house there was an old man at the table eating breakfast. The old man’s name, Dennis. His wife Jean was baking a chocolate cake.
There was a knock on the door. Dennis opened the door. He was surprised to see strange characters on the porch. Dennis wasn’t afraid. He invited the strangers in. Told them to sit by the fire and warm up. Jean offered them coffee and cake.
The visitors were happy for the kindness they received. They hugged Dennis and Jean, when that happened, Dennis and Jean became the Pond People. The visitors bid goodbye and they went back to the pond.