{"id":22231,"date":"2016-08-13T17:02:52","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:02:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22231"},"modified":"2016-08-13T17:02:52","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:02:52","slug":"the-path-to-nowhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-path-to-nowhere\/","title":{"rendered":"The Path to Nowhere"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Banked with hedges high,<\/p>\n<p>Azaleas pink and white.<\/p>\n<p>Lined with bark fine and red<\/p>\n<p>The path began its journey.<\/p>\n<p>Uneven cairns of small stones<\/p>\n<p>Like tiny cottages along<\/p>\n<p>Unseen borders of a road.<\/p>\n<p>Scuffing shoes as we<\/p>\n<p>Peered along curiously.<\/p>\n<p>Halfway down the curving ess.<\/p>\n<p>A marble bench for a rest.<\/p>\n<p>Picnic lunch with cool drinks<\/p>\n<p>Sitting poised to catch sight.<\/p>\n<p>Verdant beauty enclosing<\/p>\n<p>A circle of blooming trees.<\/p>\n<p>Dogwoods, camellias, holly too<\/p>\n<p>Red bud and gardenias.<\/p>\n<p>Dappled sunshine crowned them.<\/p>\n<p>Enchanted as a fairy garden.<\/p>\n<p>Buzzing bees in sweet aromas.<\/p>\n<p>Strolling on to large moss covered<\/p>\n<p>Boulders blocking further progress.<\/p>\n<p>Gazing in surprise and wonder.<\/p>\n<p>Behind them a majestic thirty foot<\/p>\n<p>Magnolia, its shiny leaves sparkling.<\/p>\n<p>Underneath broad spreading<\/p>\n<p>Branches, a soft damp leafy carpet.<\/p>\n<p>The fairy village must be hidden.<\/p>\n<p>For the path leads to a<\/p>\n<p>Secret somewhere.<\/p>\n<p>Note: I grew up in Montana on the Continental Divide with 9 months of snow and slush. \u00a0I moved to Charlotte,NC and lived nearby in Mt. Holly for 5 years where it was green all year around. \u00a0Real culture shock!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Banked with hedges high, Azaleas pink and white. Lined with bark fine and red The path began its journey. Uneven cairns of small stones Like tiny cottages along Unseen borders of a road. Scuffing shoes as we Peered along curiously. Halfway down the curving ess&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":827,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[653],"class_list":["post-22231","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-653"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22231","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\/827"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22231"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22231\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22688,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22231\/revisions\/22688"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22231"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22231"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22231"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}