{"id":68569,"date":"2020-06-27T17:25:58","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:25:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=68569"},"modified":"2020-06-27T17:25:58","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:25:58","slug":"poem-9-14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poem-9-14\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 9"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Summer 1883<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t write good.  <\/p>\n<p>Emma writes for me.<\/p>\n<p>Some days I am low down sad.  A dog chewing his rope to catch a rabbit at field.<\/p>\n<p>Dad is dead 10 summers, feels a hundred moons.  Mom is dead but a few.<\/p>\n<p>I want to get a dollar and spend my pennies up.  The man with yhe peeling paper and cigar ash on the floor had nothing for me.<\/p>\n<p>One lady offers me food and bed &#8211; all I do is lay on my bed.  I do what they say.  They stay nice that way.<\/p>\n<p>This is so I can remember<\/p>\n<p>One day<\/p>\n<p>One of these wealthy men will take me away.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t want to forget how the curl of mama&#8217;<br \/>\ns hair twirled round like steam rising from the coffee.<\/p>\n<p>I won&#8217;t forget bare splintered floors when I have rugs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summer 1883 I can&#8217;t write good. Emma writes for me. Some days I am low down sad. A dog chewing his rope to catch a rabbit at field. Dad is dead 10 summers, feels a hundred moons. Mom is dead but a few. I want&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1392,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68569","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68569","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\/1392"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68569"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68569\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":68825,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68569\/revisions\/68825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68569"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68569"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68569"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}