{"id":20025,"date":"2016-08-13T12:53:53","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:53:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20025"},"modified":"2016-08-13T18:03:16","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:03:16","slug":"lady-from-holland-poem-from-prompt-4-by-ingrid-exner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/lady-from-holland-poem-from-prompt-4-by-ingrid-exner\/","title":{"rendered":"Lady From Holland-Poem From Prompt #4 By Ingrid Exner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">I knew this lady from Holland and Greta was her name.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">She emigrated here from Holland and her neighbours were never the same.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">She chose this small town with her husband in tow<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">Of their future adventures little did they know.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">For years they lived happily in the idyllic small town<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">Her gregarious nature became country re-known.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">Her days spent gossiping and sharing good stories grew<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">I can still recall her evening shore line \u00a0walks<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">And the way her voice rose and fell during her animated talks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">I still walk to the water&#8217;s edge and wait for the sound,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">Of Greta&#8217;s laughter that once floated through the air.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #333333\">A beautiful laughter of innocence without care.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 18.0pt\">By Ingrid Exner, copyright 2016.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I knew this lady from Holland and Greta was her name. She emigrated here from Holland and her neighbours were never the same. She chose this small town with her husband in tow Of their future adventures little did they know. \u00a0 For years they&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20025","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20025","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\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20025"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20025\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20077,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20025\/revisions\/20077"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20025"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20025"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20025"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}