{"id":658,"date":"2013-06-18T16:56:40","date_gmt":"2013-06-18T23:56:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=658"},"modified":"2017-09-07T11:10:47","modified_gmt":"2017-09-07T18:10:47","slug":"0618","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/06\/18\/0618\/","title":{"rendered":"0618"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/062013\/0618.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0618<br \/>\nTrai\u0148s are \u00e4wesome<\/p>\n<p>Leaving Prague by way of train<br \/>\nRiver&#8217;s swollen from the rain<br \/>\nMeadows full of red poppies<br \/>\nHard to see through tall green trees<br \/>\nFields of hay are cut and rolled<br \/>\nTrolley brings us something cold<br \/>\nPlze\u0148 has a huge train yard<br \/>\nCrossing border with no guard<br \/>\nNow we leave Bohemia<br \/>\nAnd enter Bavaria<br \/>\nBug flies in through the window<br \/>\nJean laughs at how wild I go<br \/>\nI thrash about and kick it<br \/>\nFr\u00e4ulein punches our ticket<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s just about half past five<br \/>\nWhen Regensburg, we arrive<\/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(\"0618 Trai\u0148s are \u00e4wesome Leaving Prague by way of train River\\'s swollen from the rain Meadows full of red poppies Hard to see through tall green trees Fields of hay are cut and rolled Trolley brings us something cold Plze\u0148 has a huge train yard Crossing border with no guard Now we leave Bohemia And enter Bavaria Bug flies in through the window Jean laughs at how wild I go I thrash about and kick it Fr\u00e4ulein punches our ticket It\\'s just about half past five When Regensburg, we arrive\", \"UK English Male\");\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>0618 Trai\u0148s are \u00e4wesome Leaving Prague by way of train River&#8217;s swollen from the rain Meadows full of red poppies Hard to see through tall green trees Fields of hay are cut and rolled Trolley brings us something cold Plze\u0148 has a huge train yard Crossing border with no guard Now we leave Bohemia And &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/06\/18\/0618\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0618<\/span><\/a><\/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":[90,52,7,56,41,50],"class_list":["post-658","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-colors","tag-europe","tag-jean","tag-trains","tag-vacation","tag-weather"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/658"}],"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=658"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/658\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1915,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/658\/revisions\/1915"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=658"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=658"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=658"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}