{"id":2605,"date":"2016-09-10T12:19:33","date_gmt":"2016-09-10T12:19:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=2605"},"modified":"2016-09-10T12:19:33","modified_gmt":"2016-09-10T12:19:33","slug":"approaching-hungerford","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2016\/09\/10\/approaching-hungerford\/","title":{"rendered":"Approaching Hungerford"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You once danced naked in these purple fields<\/p>\n<p>For a dare<\/p>\n<p>You merged with the blankets of buttercups<\/p>\n<p>I was your only witness<\/p>\n<p>That was many months ago<\/p>\n<p>Now we are almost in the time of autumn<\/p>\n<p>The days have shortened but the warmth persists<\/p>\n<p>Even the rain is warm<\/p>\n<p>We are living in the tropics<\/p>\n<p>From the open window of my carriage<\/p>\n<p>I can see all the fields passing in blurred celebration<\/p>\n<p>I wave to rabbits the jackdaws and the irritable ducks<\/p>\n<p>The rapid air runs between my spread fingers<\/p>\n<p>It is an agreeable experience<\/p>\n<p>The lineside bushes attempt to inhibit the sun<\/p>\n<p>But their cause is hopeless<\/p>\n<p>Their fleeting shadows resemble those a touring bird<\/p>\n<p>Considering migration<\/p>\n<p>Within a month frosts will grip these summer fields<\/p>\n<p>And the remaining leaves<\/p>\n<p>On the trees<\/p>\n<p>Will become rigid<\/p>\n<p>In death<\/p>\n<p>And will be consumed slowly<\/p>\n<p>Under the cover of darkness<\/p>\n<p>My train has found its station<\/p>\n<p>I cannot see the resting town<\/p>\n<p>Everything is illuminated<\/p>\n<p>As I walk along the sloped path<\/p>\n<p>Towards the town<\/p>\n<p>I choose the shadows<\/p>\n<p>And pluck the bright sun<\/p>\n<p>From the evening sky<\/p>\n<p>I place it in my canvas bag<\/p>\n<p>So that I might sleep without dreams<\/p>\n<p>Within the contours of my journey<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You once danced naked in these purple fields For a dare You merged with the blankets of buttercups I was your only witness That was many months ago Now we are almost in the time of autumn The days have shortened but the warmth persists Even the rain is warm We are living in the [&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\/2605"}],"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=2605"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2605\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}