{"id":36110,"date":"2017-08-05T16:33:05","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:33:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36110"},"modified":"2017-08-05T16:33:05","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:33:05","slug":"the-boy-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-boy-8\/","title":{"rendered":"The boy : 8"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There is a boy as tall as a tree,<br \/>\nwho carried his decades on branches<br \/>\nHis shoulders were the neighbor&#8217;s fences, lost baseballs and skinned knees.<br \/>\nHis arms held the tireswings.<br \/>\nThe blue in his eyes, easily a place to skip stones.<br \/>\nA laugh in the air around him,<br \/>\nThe warmth of mother&#8217;s dinner,<br \/>\nA Christmas morning smile.<\/p>\n<p>Boys like this are usually fairy tales,<br \/>\nbecause it is easier to write about good people<br \/>\nthan to raise them.<\/p>\n<p>All boys grow, to become statues or men,<br \/>\nbut he carved a spot in the bark on the tree<br \/>\nand that is where the little boy will always be.<br \/>\nRunning down hallways and drumming in tabletops.<br \/>\nThe child exists, so does he. <!--Clip_XXXX_170805_163213_710--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is a boy as tall as a tree, who carried his decades on branches His shoulders were the neighbor&#8217;s fences, lost baseballs and skinned knees. His arms held the tireswings. The blue in his eyes, easily a place to skip stones. A laugh in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":73,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36110","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36110","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\/73"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36110"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36110\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36113,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36110\/revisions\/36113"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36110"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36110"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}