{"id":118,"date":"2011-04-12T19:01:31","date_gmt":"2011-04-12T19:01:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8080\/wordpress\/?p=118"},"modified":"2015-05-17T01:23:45","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T01:23:45","slug":"dreaming-before-dawn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/dreaming-before-dawn\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreaming Before Dawn"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-118-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/DreamingBeforeDawnVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/DreamingBeforeDawnVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/DreamingBeforeDawnVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dreaming before dawn<br \/>\nI scale the wild hill<br \/>\nand climb that ancient tree,<br \/>\nlooking back beyond the wooded splendour.<br \/>\nWhere are the galleried nightfalls<br \/>\nand the hooded winters? Where the green seas<br \/>\nbreathing upon the land?<br \/>\nI wonder what the future molds,<br \/>\nwhat new creatures scratch our soil,<br \/>\nbuilding from the flows of things we\u2019ve been<br \/>\nin a land without any names.<br \/>\nI begin to wither,<br \/>\nstumbling forward to awaken<br \/>\nwhere there are no dreams,<br \/>\nwhere there is no hill to scale,<br \/>\nnor tree\u2019s great arm to hold me in the swaying dawn.<br \/>\nI look forward to a world beyond all these:<br \/>\nthe river rising with the moon<br \/>\neven while the storm hawks gather;<br \/>\nthe nights alive with lovers<br \/>\nbelow the plainsong of the stars;<br \/>\nthe sunlight dancing for hours in the leaves<br \/>\nbefore the snowfall starts to tower in the trees;<br \/>\nor dreaming before the dawn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/DreamingBeforeDawnVx3.mp3 &nbsp; Dreaming before dawn I scale the wild hill and climb that ancient tree, looking back beyond the wooded splendour. Where are the galleried nightfalls and the hooded winters? Where the green seas breathing upon the land? I wonder what the future molds, what new creatures scratch our soil, building from the flows of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemsofbecoming"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=118"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1864,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118\/revisions\/1864"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}