{"id":121241,"date":"2022-06-26T06:45:28","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T10:45:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=121241"},"modified":"2022-06-26T06:45:28","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T10:45:28","slug":"hour-22_-this-lone-country-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-22_-this-lone-country-road\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 22_ this lone country road."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>If only roads could talk, this lone country road would say a lot.<\/p>\n<p>Though the mouth never says everything the eye sees.<\/p>\n<p>For starters, that road was here before we came and it will be here after we leave.<\/p>\n<p>And when you&#8217;ve lived ,a long long time ,your experiences tend to accrue.<\/p>\n<p>So for now let me take the job of raconteur and tell you what this road has seen.<\/p>\n<p>This road saw a chain gang of slaves cross over , their tears and sweats plastered on it.<\/p>\n<p>It saw a military convoy on their way across to overthrow an elected government.<\/p>\n<p>This road saw a group of refugees go through in the dead of night all their earthly belongings in a bag.<\/p>\n<p>It saw an impala run across in a panic, a lioness hot on her heels.<\/p>\n<p>This road saw a driver sleep off at the wheel , his flesh and blood was scraped off of it.<\/p>\n<p>It saw a whole family perish at once, the survivor only their dog.<\/p>\n<p>This road saw politicians with escorts roar by, their exotic cars loaded with loot.<\/p>\n<p>It saw terrorists on bikes 200 men strong, on their way to shoot up a church.<\/p>\n<p>This road saw a group of herders armed to the teeth with hostages begging their lives.<\/p>\n<p>This road has seen women brutally raped and murdered and can only look on in pain.<\/p>\n<p>This road has seen roberries and mayhem and carnage, a very silent witness, you see.<\/p>\n<p>If only the mouth could say everything the eyes have seen, this lone road will have much to say.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If only roads could talk, this lone country road would say a lot. Though the mouth never says everything the eye sees. For starters, that road was here before we came and it will be here after we leave. And when you&#8217;ve lived ,a long&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1526,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-121241","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121241","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\/1526"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121241"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121241\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":121571,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121241\/revisions\/121571"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121241"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=121241"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=121241"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}