{"id":3562,"date":"2017-06-20T08:51:57","date_gmt":"2017-06-20T08:51:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=3562"},"modified":"2017-06-20T08:51:57","modified_gmt":"2017-06-20T08:51:57","slug":"the-hilary-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2017\/06\/20\/the-hilary-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"The Hilary Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Hilary Manning <\/b><\/p>\n<p>Hilary was sitting on the Roman Road<\/p>\n<p>When she saw St Peter harvesting the fields<\/p>\n<p>She requested that he rest<\/p>\n<p>And she shared her meagre lunch with him<\/p>\n<p>After some thought Peter gave Hilary a small flint stone<\/p>\n<p>He told her that even though the day was now warm<\/p>\n<p>She would need it during the cooler months<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Hilary Sold<\/b><\/p>\n<p>I was sitting with Hilary in a fallow field<\/p>\n<p>Not far from the dusty lane<\/p>\n<p>My friend had been mute since birth<\/p>\n<p>And for many years had been the useless chattel<\/p>\n<p>Of the wandering men<\/p>\n<p>I purchased her for a shilling at a Minster Mart<\/p>\n<p>And now she resides in the pages of my book<\/p>\n<p>Safe from those who might take advantage of her<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Hilary Bathing <\/b><\/p>\n<p>Hilary Wilton was bathing in the wide waters<\/p>\n<p>That shared her unusual name<\/p>\n<p>Many people were watching her swim<\/p>\n<p>And marvelled at the association<\/p>\n<p>Later as the day became hot<\/p>\n<p>They entered the waters and shared her recreation<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Hilary at the Windmill \u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n<p>She faced the breeze even on the most benign of days<\/p>\n<p>Today the air was hot and she stood proudly without resolution<\/p>\n<p>No-one knew of her histories<\/p>\n<p>But once a year her sails were painted a pure white<\/p>\n<p>And her drum bricks were reappointed<\/p>\n<p>By the craftsmen of the county<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hilary Manning Hilary was sitting on the Roman Road When she saw St Peter harvesting the fields She requested that he rest And she shared her meagre lunch with him After some thought Peter gave Hilary a small flint stone He told her that even though the day was now warm She would need it [&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\/3562"}],"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=3562"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3562\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}