{"id":217,"date":"2020-11-28T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-11-28T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=217"},"modified":"2020-11-28T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2020-11-28T06:00:00","slug":"thanksgiving-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/thanksgiving-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Thanksgiving"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1912-11-28\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">Omaha Daily Bee, November 28, 1912<\/a>.\nBy W. D. Nesbit.<\/em>\n \n\n A little road that winds its way\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Around the hill\n The old, old trees that swing and sway\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The crumbling mill\n The drowsing fields where drifts of snow\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The rambling lane\n The heart that thrills all quickly; so\n \u00a0 \u00a0 We\u2019re home again!\n \n And old-time songs we had forgot\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 This is our shame\n Hushed speech of friends who now are not\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The ruddy flame\n Of great logs in the fireplace there\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And sparks that fly\n The creak of an old rocking chair\n \u00a0 \u00a0 A smile, a sigh.\n \n To gaze out through the frosted pane\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And trace the ways\n We rambled in the sun and rain\n \u00a0 \u00a0 In olden days\n To hear the old gate click, and all\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The olden sounds\n To sit and silently recall\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Life\u2019s varied rounds.\n \n To see the twilight creeping down\n \u00a0 \u00a0 From out the sky\n To see the twinkling lights of town\n \u00a0 \u00a0 To start reply\n To see gray hairs where none were then\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And wrinkles, too\u2014\n To think how has the world of men\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Held me and you!\n \n And to be glad for all of this\n \u00a0 \u00a0 For all the glow\n That lives to bless us from what is\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The long ago\u2014\n To be glad that the wandering ways\n \u00a0 \u00a0 O\u2019er land and foam\n Have led us through the circling days\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And brought us home!<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> A little road that winds its way<br \/>\n     Around the hill<br \/>\n The old, old trees that swing and sway<br \/>\n     The crumbling mill<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[312],"class_list":["post-217","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-wilbur-d-nesbit"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/217","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=217"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/217\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}