{"id":100993,"date":"2021-06-27T05:00:06","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T09:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100993"},"modified":"2021-06-27T05:00:10","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T09:00:10","slug":"the-garden-papa-built","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-garden-papa-built\/","title":{"rendered":"The Garden Papa Built"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Garden Papa Built<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>From scratch he built a garden to behold<\/p>\n<p>He tilled the soil at the back of the house<\/p>\n<p>Added manure to it and readied it for much \u2013<\/p>\n<p>green vegetables, peppers, corn and more<\/p>\n<p>All this time, I did not know that soil was a wealthy one<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Papa came on a visit, and he changed the landscape<\/p>\n<p>As he tilled, Mama watered, and stories they told and laughed along<\/p>\n<p>I sat proximally, as close as that can be, and listened to tales and songs<\/p>\n<p>And watched the skillful hands that turned a grass-filled backyard<\/p>\n<p>Into a store-house supply coming shortly at harvest<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The corn was sweet, the vegetables massive and fresh<\/p>\n<p>The peppers, O talk about fresh delight!<\/p>\n<p>Papa had come to make the house a country sweet<\/p>\n<p>So, the following plant season, I got up and did as Papa had<\/p>\n<p>I tried a lot but, I think, he had a green thumb<\/p>\n<p>Mama was proud of me, she said,<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour father has given you a challenge you cannot resist\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I said, \u201cLook, nothing like Papa\u2019s great harvest\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mama said, \u201cYou\u2019ve started, and that matters the most<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll get there for we\u2019ve prayed that you all be better than we are\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Garden Papa Built &nbsp; From scratch he built a garden to behold He tilled the soil at the back of the house Added manure to it and readied it for much \u2013 green vegetables, peppers, corn and more All this time, I did not&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3490,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-100993","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100993","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\/3490"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100993"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100993\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101340,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100993\/revisions\/101340"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100993"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100993"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100993"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}