{"id":2929,"date":"2011-10-09T20:49:11","date_gmt":"2011-10-09T20:49:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2929"},"modified":"2017-08-01T20:49:48","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T20:49:48","slug":"a-mountain-journey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/a-mountain-journey\/","title":{"rendered":"A Mountain Journey"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. A metal box encased by forest<\/li>\n
  2. Held treasure deep inside.<\/li>\n
  3. Dark as night and cold as steel<\/li>\n
  4. Yet something did abide.<\/li>\n
  5. Something big, something warm,<\/li>\n
  6. And round just like the moon.<\/li>\n
  7. Something quiet, something known,<\/li>\n
  8. And like an angel\u2019s tune.<\/li>\n
  9. And then it\u2019s opened amid the cries<\/li>\n
  10. And darkness flees away.<\/li>\n
  11. The humble treasure so deep and soft<\/li>\n
  12. Touched a heart that day<\/li>\n
  13. It wasn\u2019t long \u2019til that pure gift<\/li>\n
  14. Grew and begat two more.<\/li>\n
  15. It wasn\u2019t long \u2019til its pure owner<\/li>\n
  16. Rushed on out the door.<\/li>\n
  17. The night before was spent so slow<\/li>\n
  18. Trying hard to relax<\/li>\n
  19. And now, just dawn, it was time to meet<\/li>\n
  20. With out a ne\u2019er glance back.<\/li>\n
  21. And there they knelt upon the mount<\/li>\n
  22. With forever in their eyes<\/li>\n
  23. Shining bright with radiant light<\/li>\n
  24. Not seeing th\u2019others die.<\/li>\n
  25. Others gone, where they now stood,<\/li>\n
  26. Two lives not seen again.<\/li>\n
  27. Two lives which now replaced by one<\/li>\n
  28. Were on the road again.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    A metal box encased by forest Held treasure deep inside. Dark as night and cold as steel Yet something did abide. Something big, something warm, And round just like the moon. Something quiet, something known, And like an angel\u2019s tune. And then it\u2019s opened amid the cries And darkness flees away. The humble treasure so […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2929","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-Lf","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3199,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/11\/07\/buried-treasure\/","url_meta":{"origin":2929,"position":0},"title":"Buried Treasure","author":"Kim Siever","date":"7 November 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"Treasure hidden deep within the fog, so thick and young. 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