{"id":103132,"date":"2021-06-27T08:53:25","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:53:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=103132"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:53:25","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:53:25","slug":"hour-24-take-me-to-maine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-24-take-me-to-maine\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 24 &#8211; Take Me to Maine"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I want to plant my feet into<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The earth until they take root.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I want to stay here, in this<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Place that feels like coming<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Home, and never leave again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I want to live inside of that<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sunrise in Seboomook, relive\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The night before where we\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Went looking for a moose and<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Turned into excited children\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When we found three. I want\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">That awe back, that peace and<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Quiet of being in the middle of\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Nowhere with no cell reception.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Give me back the days in Acadia,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The feeling of being on top of the<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">World, looking over the ocean<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Atop Cadillac Mountain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I can\u2019t keep tearing myself to<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Shreds every time I cross over<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The state line away from my peace.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I want to plant my feet into The earth until they take root. &nbsp; I want to stay here, in this Place that feels like coming Home, and never leave again. &nbsp; I want to live inside of that Sunrise in Seboomook, relive\u00a0 The night&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3586,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-103132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103132","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\/3586"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=103132"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103134,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103132\/revisions\/103134"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=103132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=103132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=103132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}