{"id":557,"date":"2007-04-09T07:25:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-09T15:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tgdarkly.com\/blog\/?p=546"},"modified":"2007-04-09T07:25:00","modified_gmt":"2007-04-09T15:25:00","slug":"my-private-beach","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/2007\/04\/09\/my-private-beach\/","title":{"rendered":"My Private Beach"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This poem was written by my twelve year old daughter (he sighs with tears welling up in his eyes&#8230;.):<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><center>  To:  Daddy<br \/>\n<em>My Private Beach<\/em><br \/>\nWhen I walk on my private beach&#8230;<br \/>\nI feel the breeze in my hair<br \/>\nAnd smell the salty air<br \/>\nOn my private beach.<br \/>\nI can feel the cool sand between my toes<br \/>\nAs I walk underneath the shade of the swaying palm trees<br \/>\nOn my private beach.<br \/>\nThe ocean is as blue as the deep blue sky<br \/>\nI can hear the waves crash on the silent beach<br \/>\nI hear a seagull cry<br \/>\nOn my private beach.<br \/>\nAt nighttime I see the millions of twinkling stars in the<br \/>\nMilky Way<br \/>\nThe crashing waves put me to sleep<br \/>\nOn my private beach.<\/center><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This poem was written by my twelve year old daughter (he sighs with tears welling up in his eyes&#8230;.): To: Daddy My Private Beach When I walk on my private beach&#8230; I feel the breeze in my hair And smell the salty air On my private beach. I can feel the cool sand between my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-557","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spirituality"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p824rZ-8Z","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/557","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=557"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/557\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}