{"id":4920,"date":"2023-11-26T20:26:04","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:26:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=4920"},"modified":"2023-11-28T22:43:47","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T22:43:47","slug":"laying-down-the-vintage","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/l-poems\/laying-down-the-vintage\/","title":{"rendered":"Laying Down the Vintage"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>                       Laying Down the Vintage<br \/>\n    by cricketjeff on January 22, 2011.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\n        He was sitting in a clearing, writing love songs late at night,<br \/>\n         When the Moon first met a poet who was drinking in her light;<br \/>\n          And she listened to the magic in the poet&#8217;s lovelorn words<br \/>\n            As he sung away his sadness to the music of the birds.<br \/>\n         Every night he serenaded, every night she learned some more,<br \/>\n             Of the story of a lover and the girl he would adore.<br \/>\n          Over years the tale adapted to reflect the new-found love,<br \/>\n              Of a lone romantic poet and his goddess high above;<br \/>\n    He would sing and she would listen, while she wrapped him in her beams<br \/>\n        And his words became the language that we listen to in dreams.<br \/>\n            Though the Moon is everlasting lowly poets come and go;<br \/>\n            And in time she lost her lover and his music far below.<br \/>\n       But she swore she&#8217;d not forget him so she fashioned him a shrine<br \/>\n      And the clearing&#8217;s now a garden where the Moon pours out her wine.<\/p>\n<p> Author notes<br \/>\nWritten as a prequel to three other poems, &#8220;The_Moon_Pours_White_Wine&#8221;, &#8220;After<br \/>\nThe Wine&#8221; and &#8220;Another_Glass&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Laying Down the Vintage by cricketjeff on January 22, 2011.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved He was sitting in a clearing, writing love songs late at night, When the Moon first met a poet who was drinking in her light; And she listened to the magic in the poet&#8217;s lovelorn words As he sung [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9726,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4920","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4920","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=4920"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4920\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6589,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4920\/revisions\/6589"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9726"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4920"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}