{"id":465,"date":"2019-03-21T20:19:45","date_gmt":"2019-03-21T20:19:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nethergatewriters.org\/?p=465"},"modified":"2021-02-20T11:20:54","modified_gmt":"2021-02-20T11:20:54","slug":"world-poetry-day-2019","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/?p=465","title":{"rendered":"World Poetry Day 2019"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s World Poetry Day again today and here’s something from Roddie McKenzie to mark the occasion.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Hymn to Spring<\/strong><\/p>\n

Where the Stirling skyline jabs the sky with steeples,
\nand chimneys peg the grey town around Castle Hill,
\nthe sun guyed down by ropes of manila light,
\npitches a tent of smoky topaz.<\/p>\n

Iced peaks on the horizon are gates to a wilder month.
\nBut here Winter`s pale advance has been stalled,
\nby these hoary regiments of trees.
\nNo longer flamboyant green Hussars.<\/p>\n

Yet these gnarled veterans have endurance,
\nand the life-thrust of another season,
\nfused by the buds,
\non their black bony arms.
\nA verdant counter attack, primed
\nfor Spring`s fresh advance.<\/p>\n

And as I consider their timeless conflict,
\nI go once again into the breach.
\nI see that to live is to die a little in every moment
\nand be re-born in each new experience.<\/p>\n

In hymns of seasons,
\nI`ll re-arrange my rhymes and reasons,
\nas trees do.
\nI`ll learn to laugh with the scything humour of the Autumn gales
\nand shed spent copper hopes,
\ntenderly.
\nAs we do.<\/p>\n

———————-<\/p>\n

Roddie McKenzie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s World Poetry Day again today and here’s something from Roddie McKenzie to mark the occasion.   Hymn to Spring Where the Stirling skyline jabs the sky with steeples, and chimneys peg the grey town around Castle Hill, the sun guyed down by ropes of manila light, pitches a tent of smoky topaz. Iced peaks… Read More »World Poetry Day 2019<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-465","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-meeting-archive"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=465"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":469,"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions\/469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nethergatewriters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}