Walking between log cabins,
\nraindrops streak silver
\nfrom roof to garden bed
\nwatering a nest of ferns.
\nKayaking across clear waters,
\nthe lake smooth as mirror-glass,
\nonly broken by leaping fish
\nand the wake of the boat.
\nIt is a matter of respect
\nto keep the paddle quiet
\nin its careful, gentle dips.
\nA lone loon sings his morning song;
\nA blue heron flutters in the mist.
\nAll is framed by towering green,
\nconifers tall, dark, and strong,
\nThey are awake with chatter:
\nChipmunk, red squirrel, bluebird,
\nchipping sparrow, yellow warbler.
\nThese dirt roads are perfect
\nfor the hares, the toads,
\nthe circle of white admirals
\nfanning new wings in the dust.
\nPuddles teeming with green
\nare adopted by the ducks
\nand geese with little ones to raise. <\/p>\n
They say this place is special Walking between log cabins, raindrops streak silver from roof to garden bed watering a nest of ferns. Kayaking across clear waters, the lake smooth as mirror-glass, only broken by leaping fish and the wake of the boat. It is a matter of respect to keep…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1071,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111755","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111755","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\/1071"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111755"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111755\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":112153,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111755\/revisions\/112153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111755"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111755"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111755"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfor the people who built it<\/del> lived here,
\nbut why must value be derived
\nfrom a dead family name
\ninstead of the multitude,
\nthe natural history which dwells enduring,
\nin this space? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"