{"id":227,"date":"2007-01-03T22:21:46","date_gmt":"2007-01-04T03:21:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/?p=227"},"modified":"2007-01-20T23:11:40","modified_gmt":"2007-01-21T04:11:40","slug":"walking-through-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/walking-through-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking Through Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My dear friend, <a href=\"http:\/\/wickedinboston.blogspot.com\/\">Meesh<\/a>, and I went to Robert Frost&#8217;s Farm in Derry, New Hampshire on December 31st.  It was midday and a blanket of fresh snow covered the ground.  Being there was like walking through poetry.  It was so peaceful.  I could feel the presence of Robert Frost in those snowy woods.  <\/p>\n<div class=\"imgdeco\"><img src=\"\/images\/mendingwall.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/div>\n<p>I loved the way the snow laid on the stone wall.  This poem was written in reference to this very stone wall.<\/p>\n<p><em>excerpt from<\/em> Mending Wall<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nBefore I built a wall I&#8217;d ask to know<br \/>\nWhat I was walling in or walling out,<br \/>\nAnd to whom I was like to give offense.<br \/>\nSomething there is that doesn&#8217;t love a wall,<br \/>\nThat wants it down.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And while I could have spent all day at Frost&#8217;s farm&#8230;Walden Pond beckoned.  <\/p>\n<div class=\"imgdeco\"><img src=\"\/images\/walden.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/div>\n<p>We watched the sun set on Walden Pond and understood why Thoreau chose this as his retreat.  His words echoed in my head as I walked in his footsteps:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nI went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could learn what it had to teach, and not when I die, discover that I had not lived.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d  &#8211; Henry Thoreau\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Later that evening we toasted in the new year with champagne, chocolate covered strawberries and the words of Robert Frost and Henry Thoreau.  I can&#8217;t think of a better way to spend New Year&#8217;s Eve.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class=\"imgdeco\"><img src=\"\/images\/snowywoods.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/div>\n<p> My dear friend, Meesh, and I went to Robert Frost&#8217;s Farm in Derry, New Hampshire on December 31st.  It was midday and a blanket of fresh snow covered the ground.  Being there was like walking through poetry.  It was so peaceful.  I could feel the presence of Robert Frost in those snowy woods.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}