{"id":3786,"date":"2014-04-12T08:59:08","date_gmt":"2014-04-12T13:59:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/?p=3786"},"modified":"2014-04-12T08:59:08","modified_gmt":"2014-04-12T13:59:08","slug":"imaginary-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/poetry\/imaginary-friends\/","title":{"rendered":"Imaginary Friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A poem by my favorite youngest daughter, Julia.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>~ <strong>imaginary friends<\/strong> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> It\u2019s where the path ends,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And the trees start to bend<\/em><br \/>\n<em> You will find me here<\/em><br \/>\n<em> with my imaginary friends.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Deep in a wood.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> the trees start to talk,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> the flowers start to walk.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Only here will you find<\/em><br \/>\n<em> behind the vines<\/em><br \/>\n<em> the friends I gladly call mine.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I may be told to grow up.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> To forget this silliness.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> But,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> In my life I have never met a human<\/em><br \/>\n<em> as kind as a tree.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> One that smiles brighter than a fairy.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sings with more soul than a nymph.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> never have I met a better trickster than a satyr.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> If to grow up means to forget,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> To leave behind<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Then I will always have my<\/em><br \/>\n<em> imaginary friends.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><\/p>\n<p>{I threatened to steal it and use it in my Fairy Tale, <a title=\"satyr glades, and fairy tears\" href=\"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/samples\/short-stories-wips\/a-crystal-tear\/\">A Crystal Tear<\/a>, should I ever finish it&#8230; I might still.}<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A poem by my favorite youngest daughter, Julia. ~ imaginary friends ~ ~ It\u2019s where the path ends, And the trees start to bend You will find me here with my imaginary friends. Deep in a wood. the trees start to talk, the flowers start to walk. Only here will you find behind the vines [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[147,294,368],"class_list":["post-3786","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-fairy","tag-nymph","tag-satyr"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3786","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3786"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3786\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3786"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3786"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3786"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}