The Innocence of Childhood.

Goldfinch60



There we were, the four us

On this dark, chill afternoon,

Striking the balls towards the hoops.

We were obviously mad,

Mad about the game of croquet.

Or were we just mad?

The sky was grey,

The wind was strong,

But we played.

 

Then on the next field

Came the sound,

The sound of children shouting,

Shouting and laughing

As they kicked their football.

Then two fathers came,

And the kids and dads played,

Played football.

The joy in their playing so wonderful,

The sound of children laughing,

The joy of their dads

Playing with their children

Brought joy to me.

The innocence of childhood

So wonderful,

I wish it was always so.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2020 02:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was playing croquet yesterday afternoon, it was a grey, chill day with the wind fairly strong but then later on in the afternoon two dads and the children came and played football on the field next to us, it was great to see.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
  • Users favorite of this poem: Chandra S.
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  • orchidee

    Yes, a fine write Gold. For us, the memories go back. Do you remember the footie in 1066?!

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi. Wasn't it a goats skull we were kicking around.

    • dusk arising

      The child within just needs waking up sometimes but i think its always there.

      • Goldfinch60

        It certainly is d a.

      • kevin browne

        Love, love, love this...!!

        • Goldfinch60

          Thanks Kevin, it is great to see kids playing.

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          BRIAN HERE ~ Good Sunday Afternoon UNCLE ANDY ! Love FUR ELISE & the GLASS HARP such a pure SOUND ! At Diner Parties ~ Angela plays the *Future Wife* and chastises me (slaps my wrist !) for playing the glasses ! I guess I*ll have to grow up after APRIL. Angela was raised in a strict Spanish Home (where she still is ~ with MADRE y PADRE) always the LADY @ the TABLE ! In Liverpool the Dinner Table was a place for PERFORMANCE ~ Limericks etc ! She will want our BAMBINOS to be Seen ~ but not Heard ! raising childen in a Mixed Race Family is always a Problem. That is only ONE of Harry & Meghans problems ! WA TTS Los Angeles & Buck House are as far apart as VENUS & MARS !
          At 31 & 36 Angela & I are much too Young for CROQUET and we still play FOOTY and other silly games on Holiday & with our Nephews & Nieces ! We have a big Public recreation Ground # next to the CHURCH and after *Pot Luck Lunches on a Sunday* we play ROUNDERS ~ the ultimate silly game ~ using BIG SPONGE BALLS & TENNIS RAQUETS ~ AMEN ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ keep your EYE on JOYCES STAR ~ AMEN !

          Love & Peace to You & Yours
          Love A & B ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you A and B. It is so good to see children enjoying themselves with their parents.

          • Nemo

            Love how you see the world โค๏ธ

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Nemo, in spite of the ills in the world it is still a wonderful place with some beautiful people in it.

            • Chandra S.

              Nostalgic...

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Chandra - back in the day eh?



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