{"id":113381,"date":"2022-06-25T17:29:13","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:29:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=113381"},"modified":"2022-06-25T17:29:13","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:29:13","slug":"hour-9-snow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-9-snow\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 9- Snow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I remember snow<\/p>\n<p>Crunching under my boots<\/p>\n<p>Forming it carefully into a snowball,<\/p>\n<p>mittens become wet on my skin<\/p>\n<p>as I threw it as hard as I could.<\/p>\n<p>I remember building snow forts<\/p>\n<p>With little tunnels<\/p>\n<p>and seats too cold to sit on.<\/p>\n<p>I remember sledding,<\/p>\n<p>waxing the runners<\/p>\n<p>speeding expertly<\/p>\n<p>into my grandparents&#8217; yard.<\/p>\n<p>I remember Ice skating<\/p>\n<p>trying to keep my ankles straight<\/p>\n<p>while I attempted a figure 8<\/p>\n<p>on the frozen tennis court.<\/p>\n<p>I remember snowmen<\/p>\n<p>built in the front yard, rolling the pieces<\/p>\n<p>around the yard, over and over<\/p>\n<p>making trails across the lawn.<\/p>\n<p>I remember snow,<\/p>\n<p>brutally pounding my skin in a blizzard<\/p>\n<p>when my car broke down.<\/p>\n<p>I remember shoveling walks laden heavy and deep<\/p>\n<p>Filling back up as fast as I could empty them<\/p>\n<p>I remember sliding through streetlights<\/p>\n<p>Driving into snowbanks out of control<\/p>\n<p>I remember snow,<\/p>\n<p>glistening in sunlight<\/p>\n<p>The softness of the snowfall in the silence of night<\/p>\n<p>The reflection of Christmas Lights<\/p>\n<p>I never miss the cold, the brutality<\/p>\n<p>I miss the laughter<\/p>\n<p>I miss the joy.<\/p>\n<p>I remember snow in all its forms<\/p>\n<p>The sound of crunching under my boots.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember snow Crunching under my boots Forming it carefully into a snowball, mittens become wet on my skin as I threw it as hard as I could. I remember building snow forts With little tunnels and seats too cold to sit on. I remember&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-113381","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113381","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\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=113381"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113381\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":113779,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113381\/revisions\/113779"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=113381"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=113381"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=113381"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}