{"id":34328,"date":"2017-08-05T13:37:54","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:37:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34328"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:24:59","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:24:59","slug":"the-homestead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-homestead\/","title":{"rendered":"The Homestead"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Near Sappho, on the peninsula,<br \/>\nis a place quieter than you can count.<br \/>\nThere\u2019s an old barn with short-tempered<br \/>\nchickens and sunny kittens. An easygoing cow<br \/>\nwith big horns. Beside the house,<br \/>\na nine-foot high fence surrounds<br \/>\na profusion of vegetables in the garden.<br \/>\nThe wire fence keeps the deer and elk out,<br \/>\nusually. A trail runs clear down<br \/>\nto Bear Creek off the Sol Duc River.<br \/>\nThe water so cold it could freeze<br \/>\nyour feet, even in summer,<br \/>\nstand there too long.<\/p>\n<p>This is the place my Great Aunt Olga<br \/>\nhomesteaded. She cooked for the hunters<br \/>\nof elk and deer, gave them a place to stay.<br \/>\nAnd then she\u2019d laugh,<br \/>\nbecause the hundreds of elk<br \/>\nmeandering around the pastures and hills<br \/>\nthe day before hunting season began<br \/>\nwould disappear entirely<br \/>\nfor the next several weeks.<br \/>\nBut she made a grand oyster stew.<br \/>\nThat made a difference somehow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Near Sappho, on the peninsula, is a place quieter than you can count. There\u2019s an old barn with short-tempered chickens and sunny kittens. An easygoing cow with big horns. Beside the house, a nine-foot high fence surrounds a profusion of vegetables in the garden. The&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":972,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34328","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34328","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\/972"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34328"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34381,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34328\/revisions\/34381"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}