{"id":99719,"date":"2021-06-27T01:10:44","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:10:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99719"},"modified":"2021-06-27T01:10:44","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:10:44","slug":"prompt-5-the-time-capsule","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/prompt-5-the-time-capsule\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 5 The Time Capsule"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Time Capsule<\/span><\/p>\n

An old metal box, dirt pasted to it, sits at the side of the hole that will be the basement. I\u2019m here, as I am every day, to check on the progress of our house. Up till the past few days there\u2019s not much visible progress. A worker points to the box. <\/span>It\u2019s yours. Came out of a bulldozer load. <\/span><\/i>A hundred or so years ago this was a cattle ranch. The neighbor knows the layout of the ranch. Sold years ago, it\u2019s been platted into odd-sized city lots. This one, ours, is more than a lot. It goes deep into the bloci. Whoever surveyed these lots should have been fired and the lots re-surveyed. \u201cOkay,\u201d I say, \u201clet\u2019s open it.\u201d Startled, he looks at me. <\/span>Now? \u201cYes, now.\u201d <\/span><\/i>\u00a0He presses a bar between the top and bottom. With a twist of the bar the box opens. A moldy stuffed animal, perhaps a rabbit, is squashed inside, a crude drawing of a fence with horses\u00a0 inside and a letter. It is dated 107 years before. <\/span>Dear Reader, it begins, I am placing some treasurers into this special box because Daddy says we must sell our home, our ranch. This is the only place I have lived and I am twelve years old. This rabbit, Jehosaphat, is like one that lived on our ranch for years and then some wild animal got him. It\u2019s the way of the land, I know that. Mama found him in the Sears catalog and ordered him for me. <\/span><\/i>\u00a0The letter went on and I folded it to read at home. The worker reboxed the treasures for me, put them in the car and the crew returned to work. I thought of the little girl, Emily Ann, who spoke to me from her time capsule and wondered how she had lived her life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Time Capsule An old metal box, dirt pasted to it, sits at the side of the hole that will be the basement. I\u2019m here, as I am every day, to check on the progress of our house. Up till the past few days there\u2019s…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1339,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-99719","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99719","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\/1339"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99719"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99719\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99724,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99719\/revisions\/99724"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99719"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99719"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99719"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}