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.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
‘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.
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