{"id":33996,"date":"2017-08-05T13:52:21","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:52:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=33996"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:08:10","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:08:10","slug":"hour-five-laughter-of-children","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-five-laughter-of-children\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Five: Laughter of Children"},"content":{"rendered":"<header class=\"entry-header\"><\/header>\n<div class=\"entry-content\">\n<p>by willjxn<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I will never forget how they changed my life\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Cliffs of salmon-pink sandstone<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lent their broken skins to make homes for;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sons,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Daughters,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Parents,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Grandparents.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Long gone, yet\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I could hear children\u2019s \u00a0laughter clattering off the walls of this ancient place.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My memory later washed with color and framed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In a picture of;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Brothers,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sisters,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mom and Dad\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Nomads living in a camper;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Strapped to the bed of an old blue 1960s Chevy pickup truck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And there\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Laughter of children clattering off the walls of my memory place.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by willjxn I will never forget how they changed my life\u2014 Cliffs of salmon-pink sandstone Lent their broken skins to make homes for; Sons, Daughters, Parents, Grandparents. Long gone, yet\u2014 I could hear children\u2019s \u00a0laughter clattering off the walls of this ancient place. &nbsp; My&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":220,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,2114],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33996","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-announcement"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33996","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\/220"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33996"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33996\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34670,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33996\/revisions\/34670"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33996"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33996"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33996"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}