{"id":65190,"date":"2020-06-27T13:08:45","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:08:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65190"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:08:45","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:08:45","slug":"4th-grade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/4th-grade\/","title":{"rendered":"4th Grade"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She lay on her back<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her jacket was too big<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Fresh dying leaves on top<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Rotten dying leaves on bottom<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The coming frost bit the end of her nose<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her hair tickled her neck<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The zipper grazed her ear lobe<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The branches croaked over head<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Under the sway of spared trees<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">No one liked her<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And she would never know why.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-65166\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screen-Shot-2020-06-27-at-1.02.40-PM-300x211.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"211\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screen-Shot-2020-06-27-at-1.02.40-PM-300x211.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screen-Shot-2020-06-27-at-1.02.40-PM.png 701w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>#Prompt5<\/p>\n<p>Hour 5 Prompt 5<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She lay on her back Her jacket was too big &nbsp; Fresh dying leaves on top Rotten dying leaves on bottom &nbsp; The coming frost bit the end of her nose Her hair tickled her neck The zipper grazed her ear lobe &nbsp; The branches&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1329,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,5],"tags":[128,3594,585,2901],"class_list":["post-65190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts","tag-hour-5","tag-image-prompt","tag-prompt-5","tag-prompt5"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65190","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\/1329"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65190"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65190\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65245,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65190\/revisions\/65245"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}