{"id":88608,"date":"2021-06-26T10:20:09","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:20:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88608"},"modified":"2021-06-26T11:42:49","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:42:49","slug":"tripping-along-to-the-museum-hour-2-2021-half-marathon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/tripping-along-to-the-museum-hour-2-2021-half-marathon\/","title":{"rendered":"Tripping Along to the Museum &#8211; (Hour 2 2021 Half Marathon)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tripping Along to the Museum<br \/>\n(Hour 2 2021 Half Marathon)<\/p>\n<p>We walked along the metal pier<br \/>\nTo the museum<br \/>\nThat looked like a crashed space ship<br \/>\nThe sky was caramel<br \/>\nA perfect day for fishing<br \/>\nAt sunrise<br \/>\nThis pier had a metal fence topped with barbed wire<br \/>\nWith signs that said no fishing<br \/>\nI didn\u2019t have my rod with me<br \/>\nSo it didn\u2019t really matter<br \/>\nMy grandfather<br \/>\nUsed to take us out fishing<br \/>\nTo the wooden pier near his house<br \/>\nMy brothers, cousins and me<br \/>\nHe taught us how to hold the rod<br \/>\nHow to spin the reel<br \/>\nAnd not feel depressed<br \/>\nIf we didn\u2019t catch anything<br \/>\nHe was teaching us the process<br \/>\nOf patience<br \/>\nI feel those muscles<br \/>\nExercised<br \/>\nAs I walk along this pier<br \/>\nTaking my own kids<br \/>\nTo the museum<br \/>\nWhere they can see<br \/>\nPictures of fish<br \/>\nAnd sea mammals<br \/>\nBut I am consumed<br \/>\nBy the caramel sky<br \/>\nWith streaks of blue<br \/>\nAnd colors beyond definition<br \/>\nThinking of how my grandfather<br \/>\nWould perfectly place my hands on the rod<br \/>\nSo it would feel comfortable<br \/>\nFor long hours of catching nothing<br \/>\nGetting there before the sun would rise<br \/>\nWatching the sun cross the sky<br \/>\nAnd finally disappear<br \/>\nBeyond the horizon<br \/>\nWhen my grandfather<br \/>\nWould finally call it a day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tripping Along to the Museum (Hour 2 2021 Half Marathon) We walked along the metal pier To the museum That looked like a crashed space ship The sky was caramel A perfect day for fishing At sunrise This pier had a metal fence topped with&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2879,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88608","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88608","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\/2879"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88608"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88608\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88648,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88608\/revisions\/88648"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88608"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88608"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88608"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}