{"id":2443,"date":"2017-07-10T16:05:12","date_gmt":"2017-07-10T23:05:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=2443"},"modified":"2017-09-06T14:11:54","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T21:11:54","slug":"170710","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2017\/07\/10\/170710\/","title":{"rendered":"170710"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2017\/170710.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>170710<br \/>\nAlamo Creek Fire<\/p>\n<p>All the hills are brown and dry<br \/>\nTemperatures are way too high<br \/>\nAll it takes is one small spark<br \/>\nBurning branches, leaves, and bark<br \/>\nMother Nature starts to cry<br \/>\nSmoke and ashes fill the sky<br \/>\nMost within have quickly fled<br \/>\nThose that didn&#8217;t are soon dead<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"170710 Alamo Creek Fire All the hills are brown and dry Temperatures are way too high All it takes is one small spark Burning branches, leaves, and bark Mother Nature starts to cry Smoke and ashes fill the sky Most within have quickly fled Those that didn\\'t are soon dead\", \"UK English Female\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>170710 Alamo Creek Fire All the hills are brown and dry Temperatures are way too high All it takes is one small spark Burning branches, leaves, and bark Mother Nature starts to cry Smoke and ashes fill the sky Most within have quickly fled Those that didn&#8217;t are soon dead<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[25,93,48,50],"class_list":["post-2443","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-central-coast","tag-fire","tag-planes","tag-weather"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2443"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2443"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2443\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2444,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2443\/revisions\/2444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2443"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}