{"id":883,"date":"2022-02-06T14:20:59","date_gmt":"2022-02-06T14:20:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=883"},"modified":"2022-02-06T15:23:42","modified_gmt":"2022-02-06T15:23:42","slug":"jonathan-houghton","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/jonathan-houghton\/","title":{"rendered":"Jonathan Houghton"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There is the caw of a crow,<br \/>\nAnd the hesitant song of a thrush.<br \/>\nThere is the tinkle of a cowbell far away,<br \/>\nAnd the voice of a plowman on Shipley&#8217;s hill.<br \/>\nThe forest beyond the orchard is still<br \/>\nWith midsummer stillness;<br \/>\nAnd along the road a wagon chuckles,<br \/>\nLoaded with corn, going to Atterbury.<br \/>\nAnd an old man sits under a tree asleep,<br \/>\nAnd an old woman crosses the road,<br \/>\nComing from the orchard with a bucket of blackberries.<br \/>\nAnd a boy lies in the grass<br \/>\nNear the feet of the old man,<br \/>\nAnd looks up at the sailing clouds,<br \/>\nAnd longs, and longs, and longs<br \/>\nFor what, he knows not:<br \/>\nFor manhood, for life, for the unknown world!<br \/>\nThen thirty years passed,<br \/>\nAnd the boy returned worn out by life<br \/>\nAnd found the orchard vanished,<br \/>\nAnd the forest gone,<br \/>\nAnd the house made over,<br \/>\nAnd the roadway filled with dust from automobiles \u2013<br \/>\nAnd himself desiring The Hill!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/dillard-sissman\/\">Previous: Dillard Sissman<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/e-c-culbertson\/\">Next: E. C. Culbertson<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a cowbell far away, And the voice of a plowman on Shipley&#8217;s hill. The forest beyond the orchard is still With midsummer stillness; And along the road a wagon chuckles, Loaded with corn, going to Atterbury. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":169,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-883","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/883","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=883"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/883\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":966,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/883\/revisions\/966"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=883"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=883"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=883"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}