{"id":13432,"date":"2015-06-14T06:16:48","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T10:16:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=13432"},"modified":"2015-06-14T06:17:02","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T10:17:02","slug":"isabel-allende","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/isabel-allende\/","title":{"rendered":"Isabel Allende"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">The Story ISABEL ALLENDE<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">is a tale of two unfortunate\u00a0lovers<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">they lived in another time;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">another\u00a0place,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">in a small Chilean town<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">two brothers battled each other<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">fighting for Eleanor&#8217;s favor and love<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">one brother, proud an jealous<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and the other, pure of heart<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">one day the\u00a0jealous brother told Eleanor a nefarious lie<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">that his brother had run off with another<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Eleanor felt as if she would die<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">she ran away,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">to another town<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">to live out the rest of\u00a0her years,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">where she could roam<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and make a home,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">to be left alone with her tears<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">then one day she returned<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">to the house her family owned,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and the haughty brother summoned her<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">for he was ill and near death<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">he wanted to make wrong a right<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and finally confessed<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">he told poor Eleanor that everything was a lie<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">his brother too, pined for her<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and had\u00a0spent his years in wait<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">only sorrow and a broken heart to pass the days<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">then she ran out into the garden<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and there the second brother was<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">they ran toward another<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">with tears filling their eyes<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">By: KMH 2015<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Story ISABEL ALLENDE is a tale of two unfortunate\u00a0lovers they lived in another time; another\u00a0place, in a small Chilean town two brothers battled each other fighting for Eleanor&#8217;s favor and love one brother, proud an jealous and the other, pure of heart one day&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":643,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13432","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\/643"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13432"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13678,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13432\/revisions\/13678"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}