{"id":1438,"date":"2015-03-04T19:31:18","date_gmt":"2015-03-04T19:31:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=1438"},"modified":"2015-03-04T19:31:18","modified_gmt":"2015-03-04T19:31:18","slug":"deal-kingfisher-blue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2015\/03\/04\/deal-kingfisher-blue\/","title":{"rendered":"Deal Kingfisher Blue"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Lady Lovibond <\/b><\/p>\n<p>If you look out to sea you may witness<\/p>\n<p>The Lady Lovibond sailing low across<\/p>\n<p>The silk sand wastes<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Do not regret her final voyage<\/p>\n<p>For she will return and thank you<\/p>\n<p>For your kindness<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>The Postal Light <\/b><\/p>\n<p>The postman cycled along the sea road with his heavy bag full of letters and parcels awaiting delivery to all parts of the small town<\/p>\n<p>But there were none for the sea so at the end of his round he sat on the pier and wrote a love letter to the sea<\/p>\n<p>When it was complete he placed it into a perfumed envelope and dropped it into the nearest post box<\/p>\n<p><i>I will enjoy my round tomorrow <\/i><\/p>\n<p>He whispered to a gull as he rode home for his breakfast<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Deal Kingfisher Blue<\/b><\/p>\n<p>I looked at the sea through my tinted windows<\/p>\n<p>It was a kingfisher blue<\/p>\n<p>As it always was<\/p>\n<p>When I looked through these windows<\/p>\n<p>To avoid disappointment<\/p>\n<p>I never ventured out<\/p>\n<p>Preferring to stay indoors<\/p>\n<p>Until the day of the fire<\/p>\n<p>When I was evacuated onto the beach<\/p>\n<p>Where to my pleasant surprise<\/p>\n<p>The sea had retained its kingfisher blue<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lady Lovibond If you look out to sea you may witness The Lady Lovibond sailing low across The silk sand wastes &nbsp; Do not regret her final voyage For she will return and thank you For your kindness &nbsp; The Postal Light The postman cycled along the sea road with his heavy bag full of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1438"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}