{"id":2241,"date":"2012-04-02T15:54:33","date_gmt":"2012-04-02T22:54:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.jforj.com\/campgilgal\/?p=2241"},"modified":"2012-04-19T15:51:50","modified_gmt":"2012-04-19T22:51:50","slug":"golden-pines-a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/golden-pines-a-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Golden Pines (a poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Moriah J.<br \/>Age 16<\/p>\n<p>The pines grow close together<br \/>Dark green needle clusters<br \/>And scattered trees.<br \/>The glowing golden light<br \/>Streams through the trees<br \/>Streaks of yellow against<br \/>Stripes of dark.<br \/>Pine needles litter the forest floor<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-content\/blogs.dir\/4\/files\/sites\/4\/2012\/04\/golden-pines2.jpg\" rel=\"shadowbox[sbpost-2241];player=img;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2242 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-content\/blogs.dir\/4\/files\/sites\/4\/2012\/04\/golden-pines2-215x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"215\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-content\/blogs.dir\/4\/files\/sites\/4\/2012\/04\/golden-pines2-215x300.jpg 215w, http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-content\/blogs.dir\/4\/files\/sites\/4\/2012\/04\/golden-pines2-736x1024.jpg 736w, http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-content\/blogs.dir\/4\/files\/sites\/4\/2012\/04\/golden-pines2.jpg 988w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 215px) 100vw, 215px\" \/><\/a>Carpeting it.<br \/>Pine cones are scattered across the ground<br \/>Not a single pace of ground<br \/>Is without one<br \/>A spiky seed-filled structure<br \/>For decoration.<br \/>The light continues to glow<br \/>The most brilliant light I have ever seen<br \/>Yet soft at the same time<br \/>The shafts of light make me<br \/>Feel at peace as this poem<br \/>Forms in my head,<br \/>And fairies pop into my head <br \/>I imagine this is an enchanted forest and I cherish the<br \/>Drive back from Yosemite<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Moriah J.Age 16 The pines grow close togetherDark green needle clustersAnd scattered trees.The glowing golden lightStreams through the treesStreaks of yellow againstStripes of dark.Pine needles litter the forest floorCarpeting it.Pine cones are scattered across the groundNot a single pace of groundIs without oneA spiky seed-filled structureFor decoration.The light continues to glowThe most brilliant light I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":33,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[590,586],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2241","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-teen-camp-west","category-gilgal-gazette-2011","post-preview"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2241","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/33"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2241"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2241\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3049,"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2241\/revisions\/3049"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2241"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2241"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jforj.org\/campgilgal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2241"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}