{"id":65283,"date":"2020-06-27T13:14:29","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:14:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65283"},"modified":"2020-06-29T12:10:17","modified_gmt":"2020-06-29T16:10:17","slug":"hour-5-prompt-5-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-5-prompt-5-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5: Memory On a Tree"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-65320\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loversheart-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loversheart-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loversheart-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loversheart-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loversheart-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loversheart-2048x1365.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loversheart-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>While walking in the woods one day,<\/p>\n<p>I came upon a tree.<\/p>\n<p>It reached up high, majestic<\/p>\n<p>Its grandeur called to me.<\/p>\n<p>I took my time exploring<\/p>\n<p>Its ancient roughened bark<\/p>\n<p>And when I came to the other side<\/p>\n<p>I spied a time-worn mark.<\/p>\n<p>A heart was carved into the wood<\/p>\n<p>Sap covered, its age was evident.<\/p>\n<p>In my mind I saw the story<\/p>\n<p>Of a love given sentiment.<\/p>\n<p>I imagined two young lovers,<\/p>\n<p>On a casual stroll one day<\/p>\n<p>They came upon this same tree<\/p>\n<p>And stopped along the way.<\/p>\n<p>In a romantic rush of ardour<\/p>\n<p>The two hearts were drawn as one<\/p>\n<p>After they had left their mark<\/p>\n<p>They resumed their walk beneath the sun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>While walking in the woods one day, I came upon a tree. It reached up high, majestic Its grandeur called to me. I took my time exploring Its ancient roughened bark And when I came to the other side I spied a time-worn mark. A&#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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65283","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65283","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=65283"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65283\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":77455,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65283\/revisions\/77455"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65283"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65283"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65283"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}