When Of That Innocent Age Poem by james watkin

When Of That Innocent Age



Living's thrill. Nothing, I say
Nothing, thievish clawed, of it
Was, in leaping up for
Spared. And blameless the more!

Fruit, feather; tree and bird-attached!
When of that innocent age.
Yet to be let down by
Things held - do - break's teared sigh.

Friday, February 10, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: child
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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