{"id":24,"date":"2009-01-04T10:03:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-04T17:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=24"},"modified":"2009-09-29T13:00:10","modified_gmt":"2009-09-29T20:00:10","slug":"sonnet-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=24","title":{"rendered":"Sonnet I"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I stood one winter by the river&#8217;s bank,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And gazed across at the thickening ice.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I had my Lord and my baker to thank,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">For my meal was warm, so toasty and nice.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">It smelled of onions, life&#8217;s richest bouquet,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Its skin shimmered brown beneath the sun&#8217;s glow.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Though heav&#8217;nly bodies I dare not betray,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I swear I beheld it melting the snow!<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">The blanket of white was thinned to a sheet,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And life anew arose hysterical,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Up sprouted shrubbery, grasses and wheat:<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Eden reborn, a wond&#8217;rous miracle!<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Soon that frozen river babbled once more,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And I swam safely to the other shore.<img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/300317138275289474-2422618710224981502?l=poemsaboutonionbagels.blogspot.com\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" \/><\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I stood one winter by the river&#8217;s bank, And gazed across at the thickening ice. I had my Lord and my baker to thank, For my meal was warm, so toasty and nice. It smelled of onions, life&#8217;s richest bouquet, Its skin shimmered brown beneath the sun&#8217;s glow. Though heav&#8217;nly bodies I dare not betray, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[96,34,97,95],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=24"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":904,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24\/revisions\/904"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}