{"id":90293,"date":"2021-06-26T12:22:23","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:22:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90293"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:32:15","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:32:15","slug":"the-bridge-hour-three","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-bridge-hour-three\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bridge &#8211; Hour Three"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She stares at the bridge, as she&#8217;s done years before<br \/>\nAs memories across time come back to the surface<br \/>\nFor once, she was younger, the foliage the same<br \/>\nAs their timeless love story began<br \/>\nA young Marine and a seamstress in waiting<br \/>\nA summer romance gaining wings<br \/>\nThat carried the pair across miles and years<br \/>\nThrough whatever life tossed in their way<\/p>\n<p>As she looks at the trees, she remembers his smile<br \/>\nIn that sweet and yet, subtle request<br \/>\nTo spend each forever, together as one<br \/>\nThe start of their life ever blessed<br \/>\nThrough trials and tears and all the good years<br \/>\nTheir lives intertwined through it all<br \/>\nIn memories, he&#8217;s there even if years removed<br \/>\nAs the distance between becomes small<\/p>\n<p>As the water bubbles and kisses her feet<br \/>\nShe feels his warmth pass on the wind<br \/>\nShe knows that still soon, her own life is complete<br \/>\nAnd for her, the angels he will send<br \/>\nTo carry her home into his loving arms<br \/>\nTwo hearts brought together once more<br \/>\nTogether, as one, where the sand meets the sea<br \/>\nReunited within Heaven&#8217;s Door<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She stares at the bridge, as she&#8217;s done years before As memories across time come back to the surface For once, she was younger, the foliage the same As their timeless love story began A young Marine and a seamstress in waiting A summer romance&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[4101,1806,3456,3972,326,392],"class_list":["post-90293","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2021poetrymarathon","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-love-poetry","tag-marathon","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90293","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\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90293"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90293\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90372,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90293\/revisions\/90372"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}