{"id":28095,"date":"2016-08-14T08:07:35","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T12:07:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28095"},"modified":"2016-08-15T02:38:52","modified_gmt":"2016-08-15T06:38:52","slug":"poemno23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/poemno23\/","title":{"rendered":"PoemNo23"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">Fields of gold<br \/>\nsurround me,<br \/>\nfor acres on acres.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">The way the meadows sway<br \/>\nto the whims of the wind,<br \/>\nit&#8217;s like a dance, a conversation.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Birds chirping cheers,<br \/>\nadding music to the dance<br \/>\nencouraging, singing in the language of nature.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And under the shade of that maple tree<br \/>\nthat has stood as a testament to many a love relationships,<br \/>\ncouples carving their names in heart shapes and sealing it with a kiss.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">On days when it gets hot,<br \/>\nand the sun becomes too much to bear<br \/>\nthe shade of this maple tree protects me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And in the fall<br \/>\nmaple leaves fallen down, if you happen to pick a leaf up<br \/>\nlook like a melting sunset in the palm of your hand..<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">j.r.m<i class=\"_4ay8\">\u00a9<\/i> 2016<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-28561\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Acer-saccharum-c-300x230.jpg\" alt=\"Acer saccharum c\" width=\"300\" height=\"230\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Acer-saccharum-c-300x230.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Acer-saccharum-c.jpg 643w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fields of gold surround me, for acres on acres. The way the meadows sway to the whims of the wind, it&#8217;s like a dance, a conversation. Birds chirping cheers, adding music to the dance encouraging, singing in the language of nature. And under the shade&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28095","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28095","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\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28095"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28095\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29253,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28095\/revisions\/29253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28095"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28095"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28095"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}