{"id":142998,"date":"2023-09-03T07:34:44","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T11:34:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=142998"},"modified":"2023-09-03T07:34:44","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T11:34:44","slug":"missing6am","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/missing6am\/","title":{"rendered":"Missing6am"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Out the backdoor I go<br \/>\nthrough the back yard<br \/>\nand around the bend<br \/>\nin the field<\/p>\n<p>step over the junker cars<br \/>\nthat mark the spot and watch<br \/>\nout for that gopher hole<br \/>\nIt wouldn\u2019t do to break my<br \/>\nleg<\/p>\n<p>I can feel the sun on my face<br \/>\nand I lazily walk through the<br \/>\nfield<br \/>\nToday is a gorgeous day<br \/>\nthe air is crisp<br \/>\nthe colors a set fire of<br \/>\nreds and golds<\/p>\n<p>I have a purpose for being<br \/>\nout here-<\/p>\n<p>There it is!!<\/p>\n<p>Being careful, I step to the edge.<br \/>\nDown below is the creek<br \/>\nI can see the bench is brand-new<br \/>\nsomeone must have rebuilt it<br \/>\nI haven\u2019t been here for years<\/p>\n<p>This was the place that I<br \/>\nalways ran to-<br \/>\nwhen things were rough<br \/>\nwhen I needed a friend and where<br \/>\nthings always ALWAYS made sense<\/p>\n<p>making my way down, I relax with<br \/>\nthe sound of rushing water<br \/>\nmixing with the sounds of birds,<br \/>\na distant dog barking<br \/>\nand once more I am transported<br \/>\nback to when I was 24 <\/p>\n<p>And said goodbye for the final time<br \/>\nit broke my heart to leave you behind<br \/>\nbut I couldn\u2019t pack you up and transport<br \/>\nyou- though I wanted to<\/p>\n<p>Well I\u2019m all grown up now and<br \/>\nI\u2019m sure that you can still help<br \/>\nsomwhow<br \/>\nI have missed you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Out the backdoor I go through the back yard and around the bend in the field step over the junker cars that mark the spot and watch out for that gopher hole It wouldn\u2019t do to break my leg I can feel the sun on&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1290,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142998","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142998","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\/1290"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142998"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142998\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":143003,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142998\/revisions\/143003"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142998"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142998"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142998"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}