{"id":99312,"date":"2021-06-27T00:21:46","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T04:21:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99312"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:29:29","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:29","slug":"across-the-sea-hour-sixteen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/across-the-sea-hour-sixteen\/","title":{"rendered":"Across the Sea &#8211; Hour Sixteen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I took a trip across the sea to find a treasure, new to me<br \/>\nA gift of hope from years long gone, whose beauty smiles just like a song<br \/>\nI walked awhile, I rode some more, then found my way upon the door<br \/>\nOf those that took me in and stood for everything I know is good<\/p>\n<p>A foreign lad, a foreign land, with hopes and dreams, parked where I stand<br \/>\nWould they come true for me, at last? Or would a bitter stone be cast?<br \/>\nHard work is what it takes, they say, then things would surely go my way<br \/>\nSo working hard is what I tried, each day and night, faith as my guide<\/p>\n<p>A shining city on a hill, a beacon that left me fulfilled<br \/>\nAs time went forth I gained more ground than in any place I had found<br \/>\nThe people here were kind and wise; I was no different in their eyes<br \/>\nJust someone looking for their way, like other souls at end of day<\/p>\n<p>Now years have passed, I am here still. I guess, perhaps, I always will<br \/>\nI\u2019ve found my hope, my worth, my path, far from a wartime\u2019s aftermath<br \/>\nThis country has become my home; a place where I feel same to roam<br \/>\nWhose beauty does smile like a song and where I feel I most belong<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I took a trip across the sea to find a treasure, new to me A gift of hope from years long gone, whose beauty smiles just like a song I walked awhile, I rode some more, then found my way upon the door Of those&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[4101,680,4635,1806,3456,3783,124,4636,392],"class_list":["post-99312","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2021poetrymarathon","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-immigrant","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-ocean-poems","tag-sea","tag-travel-poems","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99312","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=99312"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99312\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99340,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99312\/revisions\/99340"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}