{"id":26132,"date":"2011-03-27T05:45:57","date_gmt":"2011-03-27T09:45:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/26132\/memories-scotland\/"},"modified":"2011-03-27T05:45:57","modified_gmt":"2011-03-27T09:45:57","slug":"memories-scotland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/26132\/memories-scotland\/","title":{"rendered":"Memories of Scotland"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>New day is coming and pulls me out of my dream <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Mists fade away but my heart in them remains <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>How\u00a0 can I keep you, \u00a0time constantly running of <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I feel yet in me eternal \u00a0outflows<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Tell me \u00a0this brown ground with exalting \u00a0fragrances <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Tell me these long ways where my feet lead me on <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>To abrupt cliffs and clay like\u00a0 dunes<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Streewed by yellow spurges and harshy thistles <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Tell me the sweet wind my head was drunk of<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The color of sky, alike to my sorrows <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Taste of foolish sea where I dipped my hand <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The familiar footprints on pell mell sand <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>These steps followed me or played close to\u00a0 me<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Melting green algae to blue sandy waves <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Dancing on the shore our\u00a0 amorous rondes<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Tell me about him, he \u00a0was taking \u00a0my hand <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Music of pipes \u00a0resounds\u00a0 far away <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Filling all my being with endless nostalgy <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Ocean becomes grey and beach steams<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The echoe of my past again assigns the place <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Memories of Scotland &#8211; ENY<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>New day is coming and pulls me out of my dream Mists fade away but my heart in them remains How\u00a0 can I keep you, \u00a0time constantly running of I feel yet in me eternal \u00a0outflows Tell me \u00a0this brown ground with exalting \u00a0fragrances Tell me these long ways where my feet lead me on [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26132","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26132"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26132\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}