{"id":54567,"date":"2019-06-22T22:59:45","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T02:59:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54567"},"modified":"2019-06-22T22:59:45","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T02:59:45","slug":"hour-14-the-land-knows-you-even-when-you-are-lost-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-14-the-land-knows-you-even-when-you-are-lost-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 14: \u201cThe Land knows you, even when you are lost\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u201cThe Land knows you, even when you are lost\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Does my homeland know me?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Child of the Gael<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In my tattered, fading cloak, fatigued<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Without the language the land gave us<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Does the grass recognize me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as one of its own?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A child uprooted<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">From the sycamore and the chestnut <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">From the willow and the linden<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">From the long, deep alleys of \u00a0winters<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">From the brick, the slate, and the chimney<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The land of my home knows me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A child of the Gael<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In my tattered, fading cloak, fatigued<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Without the language the land gave us<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The grass recognizes me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as one of its own<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe Land knows you, even when you are lost\u201d Does my homeland know me? Child of the Gael In my tattered, fading cloak, fatigued Without the language the land gave us Does the grass recognize me as one of its own? &nbsp; A child uprooted&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1179,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54567","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\/54567","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\/1179"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54567"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54567\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54570,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54567\/revisions\/54570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54567"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54567"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54567"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}