{"id":100438,"date":"2021-06-27T08:25:29","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:25:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100438"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:29:26","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:26","slug":"homeward-bound-hour-twenty-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/homeward-bound-hour-twenty-four\/","title":{"rendered":"Homeward Bound &#8211; Hour Twenty-Four"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As I cross the bridge over the river, I know I\u2019m almost home<br \/>\nThe changing leaves, their colors bright as if to welcome me back<br \/>\nThe two lane roads, the Amish buggies, the fields that span for miles<br \/>\nThe air so crisp and clean, I\u2019m blessed to be homeward again<br \/>\nI miss these moments far from life, far from the maddened crowds<br \/>\nAway from the bustle and the perils known as city life<br \/>\nBack home, things move a slower pace, a better pace for me<br \/>\nWhere thoughts flow freely without fail, nothing to halt their voice<br \/>\nI miss the days of butter churning and apples bobbed for fun<br \/>\nI miss the times when life was free and I was very young<br \/>\nIt was indeed a simpler time, but one that makes me glad<br \/>\nWhen I return and thus, reflect on the good times I had<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I cross the bridge over the river, I know I\u2019m almost home The changing leaves, their colors bright as if to welcome me back The two lane roads, the Amish buggies, the fields that span for miles The air so crisp and clean, I\u2019m&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[4101,4700,4699,4698,1806,3456,4701,1979],"class_list":["post-100438","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2021poetrymarathon","tag-childhood-poems","tag-going-home-poems","tag-home-poems","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-poems-of-reflection","tag-scheduled-ahead-of-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100438","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100438"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100438\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100455,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100438\/revisions\/100455"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}