{"id":2640,"date":"2023-11-26T20:28:15","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:28:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=2640"},"modified":"2023-11-28T22:31:46","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T22:31:46","slug":"a-friend-i-have-never-met-who-is-lost","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/a-or-an-poems\/a-friend-i-have-never-met-who-is-lost\/","title":{"rendered":"A friend I have never met who is lost"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> A friend I have never met who is lost<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on April 13, 2008.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nI sat with her on storm tossed boat, and loved the solitude.<br \/>\nI held her hand in silence as we breathed the silent mood<br \/>\nI stood and waited on a beach for her to reach the dock<br \/>\nWhenever I faced cold barred doors, she opened up the lock<br \/>\nI introduced the perfect to the greatest that I know<br \/>\nAnd bathed in the red flickers of their loving fires glow<br \/>\nI sat beneath a blanket drinking brandy wine and tea<br \/>\nAnd I talked all night of rhyme, with Lane and poetry<br \/>\nOn her porch at dinner time, ate ham on rye in rain<br \/>\nAnd all the time I did so there was Mairi for refrain<br \/>\nAnd just one time we stood upon the beach then hand in hand<br \/>\nWe flew away beyond the clouds, for poems need no land<br \/>\nIn her magic garden we drank brandy served by bees<br \/>\nAt two pm that afternoon my world fell to its knees<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve never had the chance to meet the friend I know as Lane<br \/>\nAnd how I hope with all my heart that we&#8217;ll &#8220;not-meet&#8221; again<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve many friends across this site and with them I shall stay<br \/>\nBut every morning I shall hope to &#8220;not meet&#8221; Lane today.<\/p>\n<p> Author notes<br \/>\nThis poem started as a comment on Mairi_bheag&#8217;s tribute to our friend Dalaney<br \/>\nwho has left AP suddenly. Amera has an equally wonderful tribute, my own poor<br \/>\neffort is here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A friend I have never met who is lost by cricketjeff on April 13, 2008.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved I sat with her on storm tossed boat, and loved the solitude. I held her hand in silence as we breathed the silent mood I stood and waited on a beach for her to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9744,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2640","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2640","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2640"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8869,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2640\/revisions\/8869"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}