{"id":99791,"date":"2021-06-27T03:21:12","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T07:21:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99791"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:29:28","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:28","slug":"lost-in-literature-hour-nineteen-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/lost-in-literature-hour-nineteen-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"Lost in Literature &#8211; Hour Nineteen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cBooks were safer than other people anyway.\u201d\u00a0 \u2013 Neil Gaiman<\/p>\n<p>In merely a week, I have traveled the globe<br \/>\nVia airplane, by boat and on trains<br \/>\nI\u2019ve swum with the dolphins and ridden a camel<br \/>\nI\u2019ve crossed o\u2019er England\u2019s fertile plains<br \/>\nI\u2019ve gone back in time to when dinosaurs roamed<br \/>\nI\u2019ve met not one Indian, but four<br \/>\nI\u2019ve learned how to sew, to knit and to cook<br \/>\nAnd how to grow plants at the shore<br \/>\nI\u2019ve seen people born and I\u2019ve watched others die<br \/>\nI\u2019ve witnessed great love and heartbreak<br \/>\nI\u2019ve cheered for the triumphs and cried through such pain<br \/>\nThat I can honestly say my heart sank<br \/>\nA good book can do that, as it fills up the mind<br \/>\nWith food for the soul deep within<br \/>\nFor once you are lost, you are just as soon found<br \/>\nIn the pages from an author\u2019s pen<br \/>\nOne is never so lonely, so small or so blind<br \/>\nThan before a good book hits his hand<br \/>\nFor when lost in its pages, engaging his mind<br \/>\nLife is thereby evermore grand<br \/>\nFor gone are the trials, the troubles abound<br \/>\nCast aside for the moments or three<br \/>\nThat within a good book his inner psyche be sound<br \/>\nBathed in peace and such great sanctity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cBooks were safer than other people anyway.\u201d\u00a0 \u2013 Neil Gaiman In merely a week, I have traveled the globe Via airplane, by boat and on trains I\u2019ve swum with the dolphins and ridden a camel I\u2019ve crossed o\u2019er England\u2019s fertile plains I\u2019ve gone back in&#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":[4125,4648,1806,3456,4664,4662,4663,1134],"class_list":["post-99791","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2021-poetry-marathon","tag-2021-poetry-prompts","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-literature-poems","tag-neil-gaiman","tag-neil-gaiman-quote","tag-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99791","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=99791"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99791\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99808,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99791\/revisions\/99808"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99791"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99791"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99791"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}