{"id":76325,"date":"2020-06-28T08:23:20","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T12:23:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=76325"},"modified":"2020-07-21T20:49:24","modified_gmt":"2020-07-22T00:49:24","slug":"the-marble","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-marble\/","title":{"rendered":"The Marble"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>When she was just two\u00a0\r\nalmost three,\u00a0\r\nGrace helped Grandpa John\r\nIn the garden,\r\nas happy as can be.\r\n\r\nNear the carrots,\r\nOh, they weren\u2019t nearly as grown,\r\nGrace found a gift\r\nShe could keep as her very own.\r\n\r\nShe unearthed a marble,\r\nburied long ago, \r\nby some a child or squirrel \r\nlong forgotten \r\nIts origins unknown.\r\n\r\nSolid red was the marble\r\nand as shiny as if it were new. \r\nShe carried it carefully into the house \r\nAnd introduced it to all she knew.\r\n\r\nOften she would carry it\r\nfrom room to room to room.\r\nAnd explain the house to the marble\r\nas only a two and a half year old can do.\r\n\r\nHer other favorite thing to do\r\nWas to to pinch it between finger and thumb.\r\nInevitably it would pop out of her grasp\r\nand roll to parts unknown. \r\n\r\nThe game continued, all of us helped,\r\nin searching for her gift\r\nUntil one time no one saw\r\nwhich way the marble went\r\n\r\nIt\u2019s in our house somewhere,\r\nOf that I am sure.\r\nI hope some day it\u2019s found again \r\nwith a child\u2019s love so pure.\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When she was just two\u00a0 almost three,\u00a0 Grace helped Grandpa John In the garden, as happy as can be. Near the carrots, Oh, they weren\u2019t nearly as grown, Grace found a gift She could keep as her very own. She unearthed a marble, buried long&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":215,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[2733],"class_list":["post-76325","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-hour24"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76325","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\/215"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=76325"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76325\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":78975,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76325\/revisions\/78975"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=76325"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=76325"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=76325"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}