{"id":6038,"date":"2017-05-25T09:06:37","date_gmt":"2017-05-25T17:06:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/howlheritage.com\/?p=6038"},"modified":"2017-05-25T09:06:37","modified_gmt":"2017-05-25T17:06:37","slug":"the-season-of-childhood-by-dani-okeefe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/?p=6038","title":{"rendered":"The Season of Childhood by Dani O&#8217;Keefe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/howlheritage.com\/media\/2017\/05\/Dream.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-6039\" src=\"http:\/\/howlheritage.com\/media\/2017\/05\/Dream-350x216.jpg\" alt=\"Jo Agard\" width=\"350\" height=\"216\" srcset=\"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/media\/2017\/05\/Dream-350x216.jpg 350w, https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/media\/2017\/05\/Dream-768x475.jpg 768w, https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/media\/2017\/05\/Dream-900x556.jpg 900w, https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/media\/2017\/05\/Dream.jpg 1496w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe Season of Childhood\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Beautiful orbs reflect vibrant rainbows<br \/>\nbreak only to reveal<br \/>\nlost summer night whispers<br \/>\nand the fading light of dusk.<\/p>\n<p>The air is cool, dry, and dancing<br \/>\nThe trees join in the slow waltz<br \/>\nTo the music of rustling branches<br \/>\nAnd the drifting of the clouds.<\/p>\n<p>I can see the sunset through the spheres,<br \/>\nA window to my memories.<br \/>\nI can hear the laughter and shouts<br \/>\nOf my friends and I in my old backyard.<\/p>\n<p>Sun-kissed smiles and melted otter pops<br \/>\nThe thudding of sandals on pavement<br \/>\nGrass stains and bubblegum pink nails<br \/>\nAll the joys of that season of my life<\/p>\n<p>I still watch the bubbles float by out my window<br \/>\nTaken by the wind, far away.<br \/>\nWhen my eyes close, I can feel it all,<br \/>\nThe summer nights, the warm air, the toothy grins<br \/>\nOf childhood all over again.<\/p>\n<p>Poetry by Dani O&#8217;Keefe<\/p>\n<p>Image by Jo Agard<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe Season of Childhood\u201d Beautiful orbs reflect vibrant rainbows break only to reveal lost summer night whispers and the fading light of dusk. The air is cool, dry, and dancing The trees join in the slow waltz To the music of rustling branches And the drifting of the clouds. I can see the sunset through [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6038","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6038","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6038"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6038\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6040,"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6038\/revisions\/6040"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6038"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6038"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/howlheritage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6038"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}