{"id":5246,"date":"2020-11-12T10:03:49","date_gmt":"2020-11-12T10:03:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=5246"},"modified":"2020-11-12T10:03:49","modified_gmt":"2020-11-12T10:03:49","slug":"from-lagos-to-tierra-del-fuego","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2020\/11\/12\/from-lagos-to-tierra-del-fuego\/","title":{"rendered":"From Lagos to Tierra del Fuego"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A steam train waits at a station on the edge of the world<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>As people sunbathe on a beach in Portugal<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The train conductor cuts a lonely figure on the icy platform<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>Some shelter under the yellow and white sun breaks \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She looks at the casual mountains above her<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>Whilst others enjoy the the freedom of the shifting sands<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It is snowing and the shallow trees are almost obscured by the winter mists<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>The day is drawing to a close and the sea is beginning to lose its blush<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This causes a column of steam to hang vertically in the rigid air<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>In an hour the beach will be empty<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Late passengers are running with an undue haste<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>It has served its purpose<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As the train is about to leave<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>And leaves only the sand furniture to greet the night<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It will not return during the short daylight hours \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A steam train waits at a station on the edge of the world As people sunbathe on a beach in Portugal The train conductor cuts a lonely figure on the icy platform Some shelter under the yellow and white sun breaks \u00a0 She looks at the casual mountains above her Whilst others enjoy the the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5246"}],"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=5246"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5246\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5246"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5246"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5246"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}