{"id":57532,"date":"2019-06-23T07:47:08","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:47:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=57532"},"modified":"2019-06-23T07:47:08","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:47:08","slug":"me-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/me-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>I<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Born to urban parents<br \/>\ndecidedly not<br \/>\nof, with nature<br \/>\nliving in a duplex<\/p>\n<p>growing up<br \/>\nI ran safe, middle class<br \/>\nstreets with abandon<br \/>\nand other kids<\/p>\n<p>played ball in the park<br \/>\ntook bike treks<br \/>\nwent bowling<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>II<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>By the time I<br \/>\nwas six<br \/>\nin summer I was<br \/>\nshipped off to The Lake<\/p>\n<p>retirement oasis for<br \/>\nfamily friends<br \/>\nmy pseudo grandparents<\/p>\n<p>I was enraptured<br \/>\nwith all<br \/>\nthe woods, the water<br \/>\nhad to offer<\/p>\n<p>walking dirt roads<br \/>\nhiking through<br \/>\nprimeval forest<br \/>\nplaying with frogs<br \/>\nfishing<\/p>\n<p>summers were always<br \/>\nmuch too short<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>III<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Growing up<br \/>\nmoving away from<br \/>\nall-of-the-above<\/p>\n<p>I worked in small towns<br \/>\nmy parents<br \/>\nwhen visiting<br \/>\nfound quaint, peculiar<\/p>\n<p>as they did my<br \/>\naffection and affinity<br \/>\nfor these locales<br \/>\nlifestyle<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>IV<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I eventually returned<br \/>\nto the city life<br \/>\nmarried a girl from<br \/>\nthe country<\/p>\n<p>who preferred leaving<br \/>\nthe past in the past<\/p>\n<p>my affinity to<br \/>\nwoods, water<br \/>\nassuaged by occasional<br \/>\ncamping trips<\/p>\n<p>temporary, junkie fix<br \/>\nof pine, birch, dirt<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>V<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>My time<br \/>\nin the woods now<br \/>\nlimited<\/p>\n<p>my family not<br \/>\nattuned as I am<br \/>\nto anything not urban<\/p>\n<p>chameleon like<br \/>\nI can<br \/>\ndo flannel shirts<br \/>\nas easily as<br \/>\nOxford and tie<\/p>\n<p>in need of solitude<br \/>\nI guess I just need<br \/>\nto go it alone<\/p>\n<p>old school it<br \/>\ntent, sleeping bag<br \/>\nfirewood, frying pan<\/p>\n<p>can of Spam<br \/>\nblock of cheese<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>VI<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>For now all I can do<br \/>\nis remember<\/p>\n<p>sitting here<br \/>\nchair at desk<br \/>\nopen windows<\/p>\n<p>amidst cacophony of<br \/>\ncity sounds<\/p>\n<p>my denouement<br \/>\nis to type a<br \/>\nlove poem to<\/p>\n<p>the woods<br \/>\nThe Lake<\/p>\n<p>expressing my youthful<br \/>\nappreciation<br \/>\nolder man gratitude<\/p>\n<p>Love,<br \/>\nMe<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>\u2013 Mark L. Lucker<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a9 2019<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd\">http:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd<\/a><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Born to urban parents decidedly not of, with nature living in a duplex growing up I ran safe, middle class streets with abandon and other kids played ball in the park took bike treks went bowling II By the time I was six in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":694,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-57532","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57532","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=57532"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57532\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57613,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57532\/revisions\/57613"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57532"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57532"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57532"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}