{"id":22725,"date":"2016-08-13T18:04:57","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:04:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22725"},"modified":"2016-08-13T18:21:01","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:21:01","slug":"apple-trees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/apple-trees\/","title":{"rendered":"APPLE TREES"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We had an abundance of trees<br \/>\nto slice the horizon into a beautiful half circle;<br \/>\nblessed with two knobby apple trees<br \/>\nthat guaranteed apple butter to spice up<br \/>\nour fall dinner table;<br \/>\nNothing wasted as my pioneer Grandmother<br \/>\npicked up every apple,<br \/>\none tree red,<br \/>\none tree green,<br \/>\nshe carved around the bug nips,<br \/>\nsliced perfect slices for whatever<br \/>\napple treat she was preparing,<br \/>\nthe house smelling sweet<br \/>\nlike cinnamon and brown sugar.<\/p>\n<p>Michellia D. Wilson 8\/13\/2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We had an abundance of trees to slice the horizon into a beautiful half circle; blessed with two knobby apple trees that guaranteed apple butter to spice up our fall dinner table; Nothing wasted as my pioneer Grandmother picked up every apple, one tree red,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22725","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\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22725"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22725\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23339,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22725\/revisions\/23339"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}