{"id":65427,"date":"2020-06-27T13:22:02","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:22:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65427"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:22:02","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:22:02","slug":"i-thought-it-would-be-pretty-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/i-thought-it-would-be-pretty-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"I Thought It Would Be Pretty &#8211; Hour 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The movies promised it would be pretty<br \/>\nReds, yellows and oranges would colour the scenery<br \/>\nLeaves would glitter the floor<br \/>\nAnd crunch satisfyingly under my feet<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know why, but I thought apples would be involved<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t believe them when they told me<br \/>\nThe Autumn would be bleak<br \/>\nBut it certainly was<br \/>\nSure, there were reds, yellows and oranges at first<br \/>\nBut nothing looked pretty under the heavy grey sky<br \/>\nThe leaves did not crunch when they were perpetually soaked wet by rain<br \/>\nThe wind so cold it pierced my soul<br \/>\nThe sun was nowhere to be found<br \/>\nI found out seasonal depression is a real thing<br \/>\nConsidering no one wants to be out and about<br \/>\nTo think the weather could suck out so much life from a city<\/p>\n<p>I enjoyed myself though<br \/>\nThe novelty of my first Autumn in the North<br \/>\nA gloomy day meant I was experiencing life as a Swede<br \/>\nAnd more stories to share with my audience<br \/>\nBack home in the tropics.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The movies promised it would be pretty Reds, yellows and oranges would colour the scenery Leaves would glitter the floor And crunch satisfyingly under my feet I don\u2019t know why, but I thought apples would be involved I didn\u2019t believe them when they told me&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1399,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65427","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65427","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\/1399"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65427"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65457,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65427\/revisions\/65457"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}