{"id":5573,"date":"2023-11-26T20:25:29","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:25:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=5573"},"modified":"2023-11-28T22:43:47","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T22:43:47","slug":"late-autumn-lament","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/l-poems\/late-autumn-lament\/","title":{"rendered":"Late Autumn Lament"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> Late Autumn Lament<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on November 24, 2016.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nThere was mist deep on the meadow and the skeletons of trees<br \/>\nHazy hints of autumn sunlight and a non-existant breeze.<br \/>\nNo birds were singing love songs, just a slowly flying crow<br \/>\nPast a man lost in his daydreams who had nowhere left to go.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 Long ago there had been springtime filled with flowers everywhere<br \/>\n\u00a0 And they&#8217;d walked this same lost footpath with the sunlight in her hair<br \/>\n\u00a0 Little giggles soon grew softer and her lips became a kiss<br \/>\n\u00a0 When a question made a Mrs from his World&#8217;s most perfect miss<\/p>\n<p>On the hill the church&#8217;s steeple was a postcard silhouette<br \/>\nAnd the life he wasn&#8217;t living seemed so easy to forget<br \/>\nThere were hedges filled with silence, and a donkey far away<br \/>\nAs he turned towards the future and another lonely day.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 In those summers they&#8217;d played cricket or had picnics by the stream<br \/>\n\u00a0 Then they&#8217;d herded all their children to their beds and time to dream<br \/>\n\u00a0 With a jam jar filled with pond-life and six very dirty knees<br \/>\n\u00a0 Everyday was filled with laughter as she gave his hand a squeeze<\/p>\n<p>Each one called him for a natter or stopped by for tea and cake<br \/>\nOr the soft and crumbling biscuits she had taught him how to bake<br \/>\nBut the style was like a cliff-face and the road was three miles wide<br \/>\nWalking home each autumn evening since his wife, and life, had died.<\/p>\n<p> Author notes<br \/>\nIf I could paint I&#8217;d put a picture on this<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Late Autumn Lament by cricketjeff on November 24, 2016.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved There was mist deep on the meadow and the skeletons of trees Hazy hints of autumn sunlight and a non-existant breeze. No birds were singing love songs, just a slowly flying crow Past a man lost in his daydreams who [&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-5573","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5573","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=5573"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5935,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5573\/revisions\/5935"}],"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=5573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}