{"id":2448,"date":"2016-07-16T15:14:04","date_gmt":"2016-07-16T15:14:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=2448"},"modified":"2016-07-16T15:21:13","modified_gmt":"2016-07-16T15:21:13","slug":"in-the-slapton-clearfields","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2016\/07\/16\/in-the-slapton-clearfields\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Slapton Clearfields"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Jack Jill and Jenny<\/p>\n<p>Had decided to run<\/p>\n<p>Through the swirling cornfields<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>School was over<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Jack had a fine camera<\/p>\n<p>Dangling from his shoulder<\/p>\n<p>In a brown leather case<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Claudia Dormouse was watching them<\/p>\n<p>From within the deep undergrowth<\/p>\n<p>That hid the sea road from their view<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She knew that they would not return to their school<\/p>\n<p>They were due to attend university quite soon<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She also knew that this was the last day of their childhood<\/p>\n<p>Only maturity and further learning awaited them<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Claudia Dormouse was a wise creature<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Jack Jill and Jenny sat on the stubble path<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>Did you know that in times past swift clipper ships sailed through these cornfields bound for distant shores? <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>They why do we not see them now? <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Because they have blended into history like many other things<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Only the ancient stone walls remember them <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Jack stood up and walked into the cornfield<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>Where are you going Jack? <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>I am searching for the perfect cornflower <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>That is why I brought my fine camera <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Do you think he will find his prefect cornflower?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>I think not <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Do you think it exists at all? <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Nobody has ever found a perfect cornflower <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Jack has a thankless task <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Claudia Dormouse watched as Jill and Jenny followed Jack into the lush cornfield<\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>You may have a fine camera Jack \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>But you do not have the eye <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>And even on this perfect day <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>The cornflowers are passing you by <\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The children\u2019s voices faded as they grew distant from the sea road<\/p>\n<p>Claudia Dormouse came out of hiding and sat quietly on Jill\u2019s leather satchel<\/p>\n<p>She looked at its spilled contents<\/p>\n<p>Which lay low in the afternoon sun<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>In thirty years you will remember this day <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>The day when the clippers passed through these fields <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Without you witnessing their swift passage <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>This was the day when you trampled the most perfect of all cornflowers into the dusty soil<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>It never bloomed again <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>This was your last day in the Slapton Clearfields<\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jack Jill and Jenny Had decided to run Through the swirling cornfields &nbsp; School was over &nbsp; Jack had a fine camera Dangling from his shoulder In a brown leather case &nbsp; Claudia Dormouse was watching them From within the deep undergrowth That hid the sea road from their view &nbsp; She knew that they [&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\/2448"}],"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=2448"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2448\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2448"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2448"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2448"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}