{"id":41800,"date":"2017-08-06T05:09:57","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T09:09:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=41800"},"modified":"2017-08-06T05:09:57","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T09:09:57","slug":"un-natural","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/un-natural\/","title":{"rendered":"Un Natural"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Visiting a city you once knew<br \/>\ncan be daunting<br \/>\nthe familiar still nearly so<br \/>\nbut so much has changed<br \/>\nthe wild edges of town<br \/>\nwe traversed as kids, tamed<br \/>\nthe only thing wild is the<br \/>\nbuffalo wing restaurant<\/p>\n<p>Tall grasses near the reservoir<br \/>\nman-made lake with all<br \/>\nthe natural kind offered a boy<br \/>\nfrogs, fishing, a chance to swim<br \/>\nnow neatly manicured<br \/>\norderly in its faux naturalism<\/p>\n<p>Our bike rides there would take<br \/>\nnearly an hour; little more<br \/>\nthan wooded patches, vacant lots<br \/>\nbetween there and our homes<\/p>\n<p>Now there are bike trails<br \/>\npart of a system geared toward<br \/>\ncommuters more than young boys<br \/>\nseeking to explore, learn, ride<br \/>\nnow families have places to picnic<br \/>\ntables, benches, neatly trimmed<br \/>\ngrass, fancy playgrounds<\/p>\n<p>Efforts at \u2018preserving\u2019 nature<br \/>\nseem even more hollow a gesture<br \/>\nwhen the bright green of the grass<br \/>\nshiny black of the asphalt<br \/>\nhave taken over the color palette<br \/>\nNature has become a<br \/>\nhome improvement store<br \/>\npaint department &#8211; \u00a0natural colors<br \/>\ngiven way to vibrancy, \u00a0neon<\/p>\n<p>In the store, at the lake<br \/>\ngive me earth tones, baby<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>\u2013 Mark L. Lucker<\/em><br \/>\n<em> \u00a9 2017<\/em><br \/>\n<em> http:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Visiting a city you once knew can be daunting the familiar still nearly so but so much has changed the wild edges of town we traversed as kids, tamed the only thing wild is the buffalo wing restaurant Tall grasses near the reservoir man-made lake&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":694,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[2684,2685],"class_list":["post-41800","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2017-prompt-20","tag-prompt-20-nature"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41800","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\/694"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41800"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41800\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41835,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41800\/revisions\/41835"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41800"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41800"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41800"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}