{"id":3908,"date":"2022-07-21T09:22:35","date_gmt":"2022-07-21T13:22:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3908"},"modified":"2022-07-27T06:41:13","modified_gmt":"2022-07-27T10:41:13","slug":"a-poem-or-a-thursday-186","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/07\/21\/a-poem-or-a-thursday-186\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #186"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Today’s poem is by Robert Kinsley. I have been able to find very little information about him online. He has written a couple of volumes of poetry and is a professor at Ohio State University. That is about all I found. I do like this poem though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When I was young they had already been\nabandoned for years\novergrown with sumac and sour apple,\nthe iron scrapped, the wood long\ngone for other things.\nIn summer my father would send us along them\nto fetch the cows from the back pasture,\na long walk to a far off place it seemed\nfor boys so young. Lost again for a moment\nin that simple place,\nI fling apples from a stick and look for snakes\nin the gullies. There is\na music to the past, the sweet tones\nof perfect octaves\neven though we know it was never so.\nMy father had to sell the farm in that near perfect time\nand once old Al Shott killed a six foot rattler on the tracks.\n\"And when the trolly was running\" he said, \"you could jump\nher as she went by and ride all the way to Cleveland,\nand oh,\" he said, \"what a time you could have there.\"\n\nA Walk Along the Old Tracks\nRobert Kinsely<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Today’s poem is by Robert Kinsley. I have been able to find very little information about him online. He has written a couple of volumes of poetry and is a professor at Ohio State University. That is about all I found. I do like this poem though. When I was young they had already been abandoned for years overgrown with sumac and sour apple, the iron scrapped, the wood long gone for other things. In summer my father would send us along them to fetch the cows from the back pasture, a long walk to a far off place it seemed for boys so young. Lost again for a moment in that simple place, I fling apples from a stick and look for snakes in the gullies. There is a music to the past, the sweet tones of perfect octaves even though we know it was never so. My father had to sell the farm in that near perfect time and once old Al Shott killed a six foot rattler on the tracks. “And when the trolly was running” he said, “you could jump her as she went by and ride all the way to Cleveland, and oh,” he said, “what a time you could have there.” A Walk Along the Old Tracks Robert Kinsely<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3909,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3908","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3908","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3908"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3908\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3920,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3908\/revisions\/3920"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3909"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3908"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3908"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3908"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}