{"id":3870,"date":"2023-11-26T20:27:09","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:27:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=3870"},"modified":"2023-11-28T23:01:30","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T23:01:30","slug":"the-arm-around-my-shoulder","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/the-poems\/the-arm-around-my-shoulder\/","title":{"rendered":"The arm around my shoulder"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> The arm around my shoulder<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on May 22, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nOn that windswept beach at Seascale,<br \/>\nWhere the mountains stare at Man,<br \/>\nWere you watching as I waited for the tide?<br \/>\nOn the footpath through the Pennines,<br \/>\nWhere the dry stone wall was down,<br \/>\nWas it you I knew were walking by my side?<br \/>\nWhen I waited in a downpour,<br \/>\nFor a train that didn&#8217;t run,<br \/>\nYou were with me like a warming cup of tea;<br \/>\nWhen your life is in the doldrums<br \/>\nAnd the sun has lost her shine,<br \/>\nDo you laugh off all those woes and think of me?<\/p>\n<p>When my car was &#8220;hors de combat&#8221;,<br \/>\nAnd the buses went on strike,<br \/>\nIt was you who told me &#8220;Fool! Go back to bed!&#8221;<br \/>\nWhen the snow was wet and muddy<br \/>\nBut the slush refused to melt,<br \/>\nIt was you that made it white inside my head.<br \/>\nWhen I wonder in the morning,<br \/>\nIf today is worth the work<br \/>\nAnd I worry that I&#8217;m lost without a hope;<br \/>\nIt is you who calls me stupid,<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s you who makes me smile,<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re the ray of summer sun that lets me cope.<\/p>\n<p>There are those without an angel<br \/>\nWho must walk along alone,<br \/>\nBut you&#8217;re there to hold my hand inside my mind<br \/>\nI would kiss you in a moment,<br \/>\nAnd for all the rest of life.<br \/>\nEven if I knew you&#8217;d leave me far behind.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re the sun that wakes the morning,<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re the moon that sings the night,<br \/>\nYou are all I ever wanted, and you&#8217;re more.<br \/>\nWould I be your summer breezes<br \/>\nAnd your evening glass of wine,<br \/>\nCan I be the only man you can&#8217;t ignore?<\/p>\n<p> Author notes<br \/>\nPrompt is<br \/>\n&#8220;It Was Raining In Delft&#8221;<br \/>\nby Peter Gizzi<\/p>\n<p>Without using the word love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The arm around my shoulder by cricketjeff on May 22, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved On that windswept beach at Seascale, Where the mountains stare at Man, Were you watching as I waited for the tide? On the footpath through the Pennines, Where the dry stone wall was down, Was it you I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9742,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3870","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3870","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=3870"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3870\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7638,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3870\/revisions\/7638"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9742"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3870"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}