{"id":109639,"date":"2022-06-25T12:34:38","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T16:34:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=109639"},"modified":"2022-06-29T11:57:01","modified_gmt":"2022-06-29T15:57:01","slug":"prompt-four-the-football","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/prompt-four-the-football\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Four &#8211; The Football"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Hour Four &#8211; Write<\/strong> a poem set a hundred years ago, or a hundred years from now.<\/p>\n<p><u>The Wooden Football<\/u><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The boys played ball, that\u2019s what I\u2019ve heard<\/p>\n<p>They kicked it around whenever they could<\/p>\n<p>Boots caked in mud, and sometimes blood<\/p>\n<p>The football was a good ball, carved out of wood.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They clambered out of trenches, forgetting their wenches<\/p>\n<p>Pushed and shoved and joshed around<\/p>\n<p>While guards watched over, shouted to take cover<\/p>\n<p>When bullets began to rain on the ground<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>These teenage boys, the rifles their toys<\/p>\n<p>Out to save country and king<\/p>\n<p>They didn\u2019t grumble, or weep or crumble<\/p>\n<p>As they hummed the tunes they used to sing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Of victory marches and enemy lines<\/p>\n<p>Of bringing the villain to his knees<\/p>\n<p>Of the green, green grass of their home so fine<\/p>\n<p>The English roses and buzzing bees.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And as they came out that night to play<\/p>\n<p>What they saw was two wooden balls, not one.<\/p>\n<p>One was theirs, they knew it well<\/p>\n<p>The other, kicked over barbed wires, just for fun.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2><\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour Four &#8211; Write a poem set a hundred years ago, or a hundred years from now. The Wooden Football &nbsp; The boys played ball, that\u2019s what I\u2019ve heard They kicked it around whenever they could Boots caked in mud, and sometimes blood The football&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1430,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-109639","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109639","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\/1430"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=109639"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109639\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124328,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109639\/revisions\/124328"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=109639"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=109639"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=109639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}