{"id":84,"date":"2009-03-05T21:53:00","date_gmt":"2009-03-06T04:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=84"},"modified":"2009-10-06T08:32:48","modified_gmt":"2009-10-06T15:32:48","slug":"wichita-ks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=84","title":{"rendered":"wichita, ks"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">i remember when this was just meadows<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">not a condo or strip mall in sight<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">just a colorful flash of birds&#8217; feathers<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">and the flit of a young child&#8217;s kite<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">but change fluttered in with the winter wind<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">and onion seeds came along too<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">before i had reached my childhood&#8217;s end<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">fragrant bulbs frequently grew<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">these days the smell from the flour mill<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">brings the answer to every boy&#8217;s prayer<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">when crossing the field with your kite in tow<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">the bagels, sweet bagels are everywhere<img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/300317138275289474-4466854880507900040?l=poemsaboutonionbagels.blogspot.com\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" \/><\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i remember when this was just meadows not a condo or strip mall in sight just a colorful flash of birds&#8217; feathers and the flit of a young child&#8217;s kite but change fluttered in with the winter wind and onion seeds came along too before i had reached my childhood&#8217;s end fragrant bulbs frequently grew [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[74,19,148,95],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84"}],"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=84"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":394,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions\/394"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=84"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=84"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=84"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}