{"id":9209,"date":"2021-11-16T15:14:53","date_gmt":"2021-11-16T15:14:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=9209"},"modified":"2021-11-16T15:21:39","modified_gmt":"2021-11-16T15:21:39","slug":"the-torquay-plate-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/11\/16\/the-torquay-plate-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Torquay Plate"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As he lay gravely injured in a flooded shell hole<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hawkins thought he saw a servant girl<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sweeping a small room<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was damping down the dust with Holy Water<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He knew that his soul was being cleansed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And that he would survive the war<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Many years later Hawkins although an invalid<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Started production of the Torquay plates<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the pottery that he owned<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When asked why he noted that it was the town of his birth<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And that he wanted his fellow men<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To share in his luck and prosperity<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The design of the plates was quite simple<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With the illustrations depicting sailing ships in the harbour<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And warehouses and other houses nearby<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Near the centre of the view was a pale house<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That stood out from the rest<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When questioned about it Hawkins always replied<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That this was the house of the servant girl<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And it had been his gift to her<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For saving his life<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As he lay gravely injured in a flooded shell hole Hawkins thought he saw a servant girl Sweeping a small room She was damping down the dust with Holy Water He knew that his soul was being cleansed And that he would survive the war &nbsp; Many years later Hawkins although an invalid Started production [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"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=9209"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9214,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9209\/revisions\/9214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}