{"id":50552,"date":"2019-06-22T15:34:32","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T19:34:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=50552"},"modified":"2019-06-22T15:34:32","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T19:34:32","slug":"youthful-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/youthful-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Youthful Days"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><strong>I am strolling down a country road<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>With good friends by my side.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Knapsack in hand, we are going down<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>For camping, a feeling full of pride.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>The days of summer are waning,<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>But we still have lots of time<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>To wade into the rushing rivers<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>To not would be a crime.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Simple silence surrounds us<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>To talk would break the spell<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Of our youthful togetherness<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>The tales we cannot wait to tell.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>No adults surround us now<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>To clutter up our plans<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>We simply walk the country road<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Swinging our unclenched hands.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>The thoughts that race through our youthful minds<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Are full of adventure and glory<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>We turn off the country road<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>To start the next part of our story.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>We find a shaded glade of trees<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Next to a dappled stream<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>We set up camp in which we will<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Begin to live our dream.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>The talk begins to sprinkle amongst us<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Gently bringing on the laughter<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Slowly the conversation increases<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>The camaraderie we sought after.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>As the sun begins to set<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Over our primitive campsite<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>We sit side by side to watch the stars<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Their brightness not hindered by firelight.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>We settle in, a group of friends<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>In who time has not started to chide<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>We share our dreams, our hopes, our fears<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>And enjoy life\u2019s glorious ride.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am strolling down a country road With good friends by my side. Knapsack in hand, we are going down For camping, a feeling full of pride. The days of summer are waning, But we still have lots of time To wade into the rushing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":976,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-50552","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50552","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\/976"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=50552"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50552\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":50570,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50552\/revisions\/50570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50552"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50552"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50552"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}