{"id":128062,"date":"2023-09-02T10:26:10","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:26:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=128062"},"modified":"2023-09-02T10:26:10","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:26:10","slug":"ten-years-ago-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/ten-years-ago-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Ten years ago"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">At daybreak, I am drawn<br \/>\nto the ocean and<br \/>\nI am alone and<br \/>\nhappy as I pass gardens filled<br \/>\nwith flowers and birds.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0I reach the fog-shrouded sand and<br \/>\ndiscover a huge purple sea-star,<br \/>\njust there on the sand,<br \/>\na magical birthday gift from<br \/>\nthe planet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">My hair is longer and blonde and<br \/>\nmy eyes are clear and<br \/>\nI am strong.<br \/>\nThe day promises joy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">My friends appear on the beach and<br \/>\nwe play at water\u2019s edge<br \/>\nand laugh as<br \/>\nthe surf sparkles in the early light.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I haven\u2019t yet lost so many,<br \/>\nmy people, my furkids, my dreams,<br \/>\nI am filled with hope, protected from knowing<br \/>\nwhat the future will bring<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_128098\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-128098\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-128098\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sea-star-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"Sea star \" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sea-star-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sea-star.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-128098\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Sea star, Manzanita, Oregon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At daybreak, I am drawn to the ocean and I am alone and happy as I pass gardens filled with flowers and birds. \u00a0I reach the fog-shrouded sand and discover a huge purple sea-star, just there on the sand, a magical birthday gift from the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1287,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-128062","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128062","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\/1287"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128062"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128062\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":128133,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128062\/revisions\/128133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128062"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128062"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128062"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}