{"id":17978,"date":"2018-11-18T16:46:21","date_gmt":"2018-11-18T16:46:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/?p=17978"},"modified":"2018-11-21T17:24:39","modified_gmt":"2018-11-21T17:24:39","slug":"life-island-times-there-is-a-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/life-island-times-there-is-a-road\/","title":{"rendered":"Life &#038; Island Times: There is a Road"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/LIT2-e1542821045655.png\" alt=\"LIT2\" width=\"500\" height=\"200\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-17982\" \/> <\/p>\n<p>There is a road<br \/>\nIn some perfect world<br \/>\nWhere wind<br \/>\nDances through the branches of the trees<br \/>\nCasting leaping spots of light<br \/>\nAcross the face of a rider<br \/>\nThe trees stand tall<br \/>\nThey are grand and alone<br \/>\nShading the paved ribbon beneath them<br \/>\nThere will come a day when I shall no longer ride<br \/>\nThe road and be caressed by its warm sunshine<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll look back and feel a valley&#8217;s embrace<br \/>\nWith colors from a distant holy place<br \/>\nI write this down while my leaves turn from<br \/>\nGreen, to amber,<br \/>\nThen deep red<br \/>\nEven leafless<br \/>\nThis old tree will not die<br \/>\nFor in my place<br \/>\nWinter never comes<br \/>\nHere in these words is<br \/>\nThe cradle of all I hold dear<br \/>\nIn guarded memories of my roads<br \/>\nAnd so when I am gone and beneath the mud<br \/>\nFar from the earth&#8217;s ears and eyes<br \/>\nI can return to this world close by<br \/>\nAnd share a glimmer of the simple<br \/>\nPerfection of riding the road<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/LIT1-e1542821069554.png\" alt=\"LIT1\" width=\"500\" height=\"334\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-17981\" \/><br \/>\nThere is a road<\/p>\n<p>\u200bCopyright \u00a9 2018 From My Isle Seat<br \/>\nWww.vicsocotra.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is a road In some perfect world Where wind Dances through the branches of the trees Casting leaping spots of light Across the face of a rider The trees stand tall They are grand and alone Shading the paved ribbon beneath them There will come a day when I shall no longer ride The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17978","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-island-times"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17978","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17978"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17978\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17984,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17978\/revisions\/17984"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17978"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17978"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17978"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}