{"id":71677,"date":"2020-06-27T21:23:24","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:23:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71677"},"modified":"2020-06-28T10:03:57","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T14:03:57","slug":"walk-through-the-village","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/walk-through-the-village\/","title":{"rendered":"Walk through the village"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I go for a walk, every day through my village<br \/>\nWhatever weather, rain or shine<br \/>\nI wander along the quiet village road<br \/>\nAnd on the air taste the sea-salt brine<\/p>\n<p>Sea birds call and soar and twist<br \/>\nIn the air above my head<br \/>\nThe village itself is still awake<br \/>\nWith the scent of pub chips, as they lay out their spread<\/p>\n<p>But the thing I love is the dogs I meet on the way<br \/>\nThe ones who\u2019s affections I can\u2019t snub<br \/>\nThe ones who bark and sniff and whine<br \/>\nAnd roll over to demand their belly rub<\/p>\n<p>Cos this village has a population of 50<br \/>\n30 people 20 dogs and a cow and some sheep<br \/>\nAnd I\u2019m not saying the dogs have it all their own way<br \/>\nBut their price for passing unmolested is steep<\/p>\n<p>So my walk through the village is something for which I prepare<br \/>\nAnd I always keep to hand a treat<br \/>\nBut perhaps it\u2019s not wise to walk through a village of dogs<br \/>\nWith a pocket that smells full of meat\u2026 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I go for a walk, every day through my village Whatever weather, rain or shine I wander along the quiet village road And on the air taste the sea-salt brine Sea birds call and soar and twist In the air above my head The village&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1484,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71677","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71677","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\/1484"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71677"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71677\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71680,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71677\/revisions\/71680"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71677"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71677"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71677"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}