{"id":7195,"date":"2017-12-29T22:30:47","date_gmt":"2017-12-30T03:30:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/?page_id=7195"},"modified":"2020-04-18T12:01:17","modified_gmt":"2020-04-18T16:01:17","slug":"poetry-photo-departing-ferry-cedar","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/?page_id=7195","title":{"rendered":"Photo and Poetry-Departing Ferry &#038; Cedar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/clouds-and-sunsets-departing-ferry-bw-wilmington-nc.jpg\" alt=\"Departing Ferry, B&amp;W\" itemprop=\"image\" height=\"1040\" width=\"1400\" title=\"Clouds and Sunsets-Departing Ferry, B&amp;W, Wilmington, NC\"  \/><\/p>\n<h2><strong><u>Cedar<\/u><\/strong> <\/h2>\n<h3>But a Ceder Tree, before Thee.<br \/>Born before Thee walked.<br \/>On a barren peninsula of sand<br \/>stretching into the Sea.<\/h3>\n<h3>Void of any alike.<br \/>Roots Twisted and gnarled.<br \/>The pain of holding oneself upright.<br \/>Where there is nothing<br \/>but the cutting sand to be Anchored by.<\/h3>\n<h3>As the Winds have Blown,<br \/>Twisting its shape,<br \/>exposing Beauty from Pain.<\/h3>\n<h3>As the Rain and Hail has scarred,<br \/>it waits.<\/h3>\n<h3>Close by the ferry passes, never ending.<br \/>Waiting the day for one to depart.<\/h3>\n<h3>Walk the sandy path to my base.<br \/>Lean against my trunk.<br \/>Sit below in the sand,<br \/>its only companion in Life,<br \/>Save the storms, harsh Sun and biting Cold.<\/h3>\n<h3>Sit below,<br \/>giving reason<br \/>for its branches, trunk, that offer shade.<br \/>Protecting in a way no other can offer.<\/h3>\n<h3>Such is My Wait.<\/h3>\n<h3>Wait.<\/h3>\n<h3>\u00a0<\/h3>\n<h3>\u00a9 Jack Brady, 2017, All Rights Reserved<\/h3>\n<h3>\u00a0<\/h3>\n<h3>\u00a0<\/h3>\n<p>\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/?page_id=5930\" target=\"_self\" role=\"button\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\tReturn to Favorites<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><br \/>\n\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/\" target=\"_self\" role=\"button\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\tReturn to Home Page<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cedar But a Ceder Tree, before Thee.Born before Thee walked.On a barren peninsula of sandstretching into the Sea. Void of any alike.Roots Twisted and gnarled.The pain of holding oneself upright.Where there is nothingbut the cutting sand to be Anchored by. As the Winds have Blown,Twisting its shape,exposing Beauty from Pain. As the Rain and Hail&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-7195","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/7195","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7195"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/7195\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8495,"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/7195\/revisions\/8495"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/shadowsdancing.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}