{"id":5088,"date":"2023-11-26T20:26:01","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:26:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=5088"},"modified":"2023-11-27T23:13:08","modified_gmt":"2023-11-27T23:13:08","slug":"climbing-the-hill","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/c-poems\/climbing-the-hill\/","title":{"rendered":"Climbing the Hill"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> Climbing the Hill<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on June 6, 2011.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nSmoking defiantly Bessie steels herself for the hill ahead.<br \/>\nSlowly passing fields that were full when she first saw them,<br \/>\nfilled with men working, children laughing, birds, rabbits,<br \/>\nthe sights and sounds of everyday.<\/p>\n<p>Summer rests easy on these lanes,<br \/>\nhedges full of colour, golden flecks of sunlight<br \/>\nthrough overhanging trees, the flash of a jay,<br \/>\na pheasant, resplendent and foolish as it struts<br \/>\ntowards cover.<\/p>\n<p>And Bessie, wreathed in her cloud, seems at home here.<br \/>\nSeems born to break the peace and quiet, to shatter the centuries<br \/>\nthat lanes like these wear so lightly. Her harsh iron tyres<br \/>\nhave trodden this path for almost one hundred years, then<br \/>\nshe was the shining promise of the future, and now<br \/>\nin polished black and gleaming brass, she is a memory<br \/>\nleft over from a grandfather&#8217;s childhood,<br \/>\na monster from another era, her roaring<br \/>\nnot loud and obnoxious but dignified and purposeful,<br \/>\nfits into nature&#8217;s symphony.<\/p>\n<p>Topping the hill, she quietens, pauses to catch her breath.<br \/>\nAn old lady needs time, and she won&#8217;t be rushed,<br \/>\ncars pass now, filled with smiling faces, unangered by the delay.<br \/>\nIphones make camera noises<br \/>\nand internal combustion engines growl quietly<br \/>\nas she turns into the field and waits for The Fair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Climbing the Hill by cricketjeff on June 6, 2011.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved Smoking defiantly Bessie steels herself for the hill ahead. Slowly passing fields that were full when she first saw them, filled with men working, children laughing, birds, rabbits, the sights and sounds of everyday. Summer rests easy on these lanes, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9696,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-5088","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5088","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=5088"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5088\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6420,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5088\/revisions\/6420"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9696"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5088"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}