Clive Blake

Silver Star - 3,472 Points (01/30/1954 / Cornwall)

The Age Of Innocence - Poem by Clive Blake

The age of innocence,
A daughter we adore,
Long hot summer days,
A toddler only four.

Tadpoles in a jam-jar,
Watching as they wriggle,
Nature being studied,
Inviting her to giggle.

Eyes filled with laughter,
No clouds hide the sun,
Happiness a toddler's gift,
Enjoyed by everyone.

Wide-eyed and innocent,
To her, life's one big game,
If only we could join her...
Be innocent once again.

Topic(s) of this poem: child, childhood, innocence, longing, reflection, youth


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem and image comes from my ‘Phoetry Book':
‘View Points and Points of View'.

The photograph is by Chris Robbins.
The audio is of me reading the poem, recorded by Steve Nunn of Cornmill Studios.

This poem can be found + photograph + audio, on a free to download iPhone/iPad App called ‘Phoetry1Free' produced by Ross Blewett.

Permissions:
I am happy for any individual, library or educational establishments to use this poem, as long as I am credited as its author and it is not used in any commercial way. This same permission goes for all of my poetry.

Comments about The Age Of Innocence by Clive Blake

  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (1/9/2019 9:42:00 AM)

    Wide-eyed and innocent,
    To her, life's one big game,
    If only we could join her...
    Be innocent once again..... the poem and the picture together make this a great poem on innocence.. childhood, the world of wonders. thank u. tony
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  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (10/20/2014 3:33:00 AM)

    A nice poem on the happiness and innocence of a child surrounded by loved one. You captured the essence of the poem very well. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report)Reply

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  • Dave Walker (4/5/2013 2:28:00 PM)

    A great poem, my youngest daughter is four, It's the school holidays.
    She's had us taking Her everywhere. Her sister is twentyfour so at least
    there's only one I have to push on the swings.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 15, 2016


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