{"id":106872,"date":"2022-06-25T09:36:24","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:36:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=106872"},"modified":"2022-06-25T12:36:37","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T16:36:37","slug":"the-seashell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/the-seashell\/","title":{"rendered":"The Seashell &#8211; Hour One"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I took my baby to the beach<br \/>\nI walked her to the water<br \/>\nA million seashells in our reach<br \/>\nA day for Mom and daughter<br \/>\nA moment that had harkened back<br \/>\nTo days spent in my youth<br \/>\nMy Dad and I had quite the knack<br \/>\nOf finding hope and truth<\/p>\n<p>How does one find but truth and hope<br \/>\nWithin a simple shell<br \/>\nWell each one has the means to cope<br \/>\nAmid each ocean swell<br \/>\nA story that one can all but guess<br \/>\nThat brought it here this day<br \/>\nBut one I stand here to profess<br \/>\nIs profound in its way<\/p>\n<p>Up against the ocean&#8217;s odds<br \/>\nThe shell has bounced along<br \/>\nIts fate left only to the gods<br \/>\nAmid the currents&#8217; strong<br \/>\nYet here it stands within our hands<br \/>\nSo perfect and pristine<br \/>\nUpon arrival to the lands<br \/>\nOn water, crystalline<\/p>\n<p>I took my daughter to the beach<br \/>\nA day of summer fun<br \/>\nFond memories within my reach<br \/>\nBeneath the summer sun<br \/>\nFor not just searching for the shells<br \/>\nBut stopping to think too<br \/>\nDespite the many ocean swells<br \/>\nThe seashell made it through<\/p>\n<p>The day became a blessing<br \/>\nFor my daughter to recall<br \/>\nThe shell is but a lesson<br \/>\nOf survival for us all<br \/>\nA symbol of the will and might<br \/>\nWe all hold deep inside<br \/>\nThat carries us past every plight<br \/>\nTo reach our shores in stride<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I took my baby to the beach I walked her to the water A million seashells in our reach A day for Mom and daughter A moment that had harkened back To days spent in my youth My Dad and I had quite the knack&#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],"tags":[4880,4928,5040,1806,3456,3783,4924,4925,4927,4926],"class_list":["post-106872","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2022-poetry-marathon","tag-full-marathon-poems","tag-hour-one-prompts-2022","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-ocean-poems","tag-sea-poems","tag-sea-poetry","tag-seashell-poetry","tag-shell-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106872","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=106872"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106872\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":107021,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106872\/revisions\/107021"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106872"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106872"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106872"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}