{"id":2425,"date":"2016-07-05T07:12:26","date_gmt":"2016-07-05T07:12:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=2425"},"modified":"2016-07-05T07:12:26","modified_gmt":"2016-07-05T07:12:26","slug":"the-path-to-the-beach","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2016\/07\/05\/the-path-to-the-beach\/","title":{"rendered":"The Path to the Beach"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The lazy looped sky looked sad<\/p>\n<p>As the sand bells gathered<\/p>\n<p>Above the sleeping town<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I was on the path to the beach<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You were sitting in your sham castle<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There were many ribbons in your hair of varying lengths<\/p>\n<p>Some dangled from the tower<\/p>\n<p>Dancing occasionally in the storm breezes<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I had a blue ribbon tied to my wrist<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The beach was deserted<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I swam without inhibition<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So did you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But we did not speak<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>On my return to the path I met a<\/p>\n<p>Prisoner of Conscience<\/p>\n<p>Who having absconded<\/p>\n<p>From his prison<\/p>\n<p>Who was as hiding in the trees<\/p>\n<p>That overlooked the beach<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>At first I thought he was spying on you<\/p>\n<p>And was trying to steal your freedom<\/p>\n<p>So I tied him to a tree with your ribbons<\/p>\n<p>The poor man wept<\/p>\n<p>So I released him<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He told me of the wooden table<\/p>\n<p>In his cell<\/p>\n<p>And of the whitewashed walls<\/p>\n<p>Much spoiled<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You emerged from the sea<\/p>\n<p>And were soon at your window<\/p>\n<p>Tying your ribbons together<\/p>\n<p>Some dangled from the tower<\/p>\n<p>Dancing occasionally in the storm breezes<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Although the summer had been long<\/p>\n<p>It was coming to an end<\/p>\n<p>So I agreed to remain with the prisoner<\/p>\n<p>Near to the trees that overlooked the beach<\/p>\n<p>As we both awaited St Lucy\u2019s Day<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The lazy looped sky looked sad As the sand bells gathered Above the sleeping town &nbsp; I was on the path to the beach &nbsp; You were sitting in your sham castle &nbsp; There were many ribbons in your hair of varying lengths Some dangled from the tower Dancing occasionally in the storm breezes &nbsp; [&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\/2425"}],"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=2425"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2425\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2425"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2425"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2425"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}