{"id":13951,"date":"2015-06-14T07:21:41","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T11:21:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=13951"},"modified":"2015-06-14T07:21:41","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T11:21:41","slug":"poem-18-a-penny-saved-is-a-penny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-18-a-penny-saved-is-a-penny\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 18:  A Penny Saved Is A Penny"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Balderdash. A penny saved<br \/>\nis not even a penny anymore. The<br \/>\nCanadians have stopped keeping them<br \/>\nin the cash register. North of the border,<br \/>\nthey don\u2019t even make them now.<br \/>\nSo why do we cling so hard to our<br \/>\nLincolns? Our town cars, our capitol<br \/>\nof Nebraska? We\u2019ll be driving there,<br \/>\nlater this morning, to see the original<br \/>\nof Breton\u2019s painting, \u201cThe Song of<br \/>\nthe Lark,\u201d because it\u2019s there, and we<br \/>\nwonder if it will look different, away<br \/>\nfrom Chicago. Nebraska&#8217;s bright copper Lincoln,<br \/>\nby any other name, would be Omaha, and<br \/>\nwe can\u2019t have that. They wouldn\u2019t<br \/>\nknow what to do on game day.<br \/>\nThe rose garden would die, and the<br \/>\nsower on top of the capitol would<br \/>\nfall and break on the plaza, rather than<br \/>\nmove to Omaha or Kansas City.<br \/>\nSo yes, a penny saved means we keep<br \/>\nLincoln free of suicide bombers and<br \/>\nglobal warming. Next year, and the next,<br \/>\nwhen the white pelicans and the sandhill<br \/>\ncranes fly over, on their way to the Platte,<br \/>\nlet them find Lincoln as it\u2019s always been,<br \/>\nworthy of our thoughts, our care, our kin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Balderdash. A penny saved is not even a penny anymore. The Canadians have stopped keeping them in the cash register. North of the border, they don\u2019t even make them now. So why do we cling so hard to our Lincolns? Our town cars, our capitol&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":219,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13951","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13951","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\/219"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13951"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13951\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13974,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13951\/revisions\/13974"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13951"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13951"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13951"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}