{"id":34527,"date":"2017-08-05T14:44:09","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:44:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34527"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:44:09","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:44:09","slug":"prompt-6-corn-fields-j-r-m","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/prompt-6-corn-fields-j-r-m\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #6 (Corn Fields j.r.m\u00a9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>NOT ONE OF MY FINEST<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>The trees danced <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>with the mischievous winds<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>as the sun came out <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>from hiding. <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Oh what a beauty to behold!<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Out in the fields\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>in the scorching heat<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>birds took shelter, <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>singing from tree tops.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The women began to hum <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>a tune in unison<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>to make time go by faster.\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Wiping away their brows <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>from time to time<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>squinting at the sun.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>I remember a specific <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>memory back in time<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>when we were just kids\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>running through corn fields<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>playing hide and go seek.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Stealing corn cobs<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>to roast on the fire.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Years later it was the same\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>corn field where we shared <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>our first kiss and made love.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\" align=\"center\"><strong>j.r.m\u00a9<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; NOT ONE OF MY FINEST The trees danced with the mischievous winds as the sun came out from hiding. Oh what a beauty to behold! Out in the fields\u00a0 in the scorching heat birds took shelter, singing from tree tops. The women began to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34527","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=34527"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34527\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35040,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34527\/revisions\/35040"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}