{"id":21529,"date":"2016-08-13T15:17:22","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:17:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=21529"},"modified":"2016-08-13T15:17:22","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:17:22","slug":"poem-5-board-games","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/poem-5-board-games\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 5- Board Games"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Back to my free form pseudo poetry for now. This describes an event that happened a few days ago, when I was on the train to London from Edinburgh.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am usually not a fan of children while travelling<\/p>\n<p>They are perfectly cute when at home<\/p>\n<p>But while on the road<\/p>\n<p>They scream and shout and whine and cry<\/p>\n<p>Worst of all though<\/p>\n<p>Are the cellphones and the Ipads and the computer games<\/p>\n<p>Beeping with Candy Crush and Temple Run and god knows what the next fad is<\/p>\n<p>To be honest, it is not just the kids<\/p>\n<p>But it is the kids I pity<\/p>\n<p>The kids who miss out on so much<\/p>\n<p>The joy of the outdoors, of board games and books<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>With a mix of pity and irritation<\/p>\n<p>I sat across a family of four<\/p>\n<p>A four hour journey from Edinburgh to London<\/p>\n<p>Armed with Advil and a lot of grit<\/p>\n<p>Waiting for those contraptions to come out<\/p>\n<p>And the beeping and bickering to start<\/p>\n<p>Yet, to my surprise,<\/p>\n<p>The only clinks I heard were those of Connect 4 tokens<\/p>\n<p>And the pop up wooden chessboard<\/p>\n<p>Was the closest thing to a contraption<\/p>\n<p>And instead of burying his head in phone texts<\/p>\n<p>The boy wrote his sister a letter<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I won&#8217;t lie<\/p>\n<p>They screamed and fought all the same<\/p>\n<p>But these children gave me something more<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For in them, I saw my own childhood<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Back to my free form pseudo poetry for now. This describes an event that happened a few days ago, when I was on the train to London from Edinburgh. &nbsp; I am usually not a fan of children while travelling They are perfectly cute when&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21529","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21529","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\/830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21529"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21529\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21658,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21529\/revisions\/21658"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21529"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21529"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21529"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}