{"id":57531,"date":"2019-06-23T07:46:19","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:46:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=57531"},"modified":"2019-06-27T22:00:00","modified_gmt":"2019-06-28T02:00:00","slug":"country-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/country-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Country Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>Chickens were my truest friends.\r\nI spent hours talking to those hens. \r\nWhile the rooster crowed and strut about, \r\nthe hens and I would hash it out. \r\n\r\nI made other friends- a skunk or two, \r\na baby owl, some bunnies too. \r\nI tried to rescue baby birds, \r\nfallen from nests or somehow hurt. \r\n\r\nWhen I was 9 we moved away \r\nand I remember to this day\r\nI so loved being a country girl. \r\nThat move forever changed my world. \r\n\r\nI never was the same again.\r\nI still miss those animals I called friends. \r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chickens were my truest friends. I spent hours talking to those hens. While the rooster crowed and strut about, the hens and I would hash it out. I made other friends- a skunk or two, a baby owl, some bunnies too. I tried to rescue&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1094,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-57531","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57531","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\/1094"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57531"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57531\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58736,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57531\/revisions\/58736"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57531"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57531"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57531"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}