{"id":70316,"date":"2020-06-27T19:23:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:23:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70316"},"modified":"2020-06-27T19:23:55","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:23:55","slug":"h11-celtic-call","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/h11-celtic-call\/","title":{"rendered":"H11: Celtic Call"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have never been to Ireland, though I\u2019ve heard its bonny song;<\/p>\n<p>Folks who look like me and Grams; the place that I belong.<\/p>\n<p>Red ringlets, tangled, twisting, as the breeze jaunts jolly by.<\/p>\n<p>Small and simple gardens, wind-rippled, rose-wreathed and blithe.<\/p>\n<p>Cobbled streets, and meadows, and seas of glistened blue.<\/p>\n<p>Doors of every tinge, and taverns\u2014just a few.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And folks who look like me and Grams, that she remembers too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have never been to Ireland, though I\u2019ve heard its bonny song; Folks who look like me and Grams; the place that I belong. Red ringlets, tangled, twisting, as the breeze jaunts jolly by. Small and simple gardens, wind-rippled, rose-wreathed and blithe. Cobbled streets, and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":564,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70316","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70316","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\/564"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70316"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70316\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70322,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70316\/revisions\/70322"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70316"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70316"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70316"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}