{"id":1599,"date":"2015-04-09T02:56:15","date_gmt":"2015-04-09T02:56:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1599"},"modified":"2015-04-23T21:21:39","modified_gmt":"2015-04-23T21:21:39","slug":"wanderlust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wanderlust\/","title":{"rendered":"Wanderlust"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Wanderlust\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/EG4-xXh5ua0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>I want in my ears the music of unknown tongues<br \/>\nFrom lands where I yet have not been<br \/>\nBefore my eyes the tapestry of scenes<br \/>\nOf town and country I before have not been\u2026<br \/>\nI want to feel the zest of life to find<br \/>\nThe heretofore unknown that once I knew<br \/>\nWhen I as with such roamed such lands<br \/>\nFueled by the curiosity in me that grew<br \/>\nWith sight and sound and thought of the unexplored<br \/>\nBefore the passion for such by life was jaded<br \/>\nAnd I to reality and the humdrum became a slave<br \/>\nUnder the chains if which passion for which had faded.<br \/>\nI, the wanderer, tired before my time<br \/>\nOf walking, from walking paths of necessity not choice<br \/>\nSeek to be free again to fly the flight of life<br \/>\nSing as a bird with a new voice<br \/>\nTo wake to the unknown day and dawn in a new town<br \/>\nTo look to the unknown hours with hope and trust<br \/>\nI of the gypsy spirit but not of gypsy blood<br \/>\nDesire to give in to my wanderlust\u2026<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1602\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1602\" style=\"width: 606px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/Antwerp-Port-in-Belgium.jpg\" alt=\"Antwerp Port in Belgium\" width=\"606\" height=\"234\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1602\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/Antwerp-Port-in-Belgium.jpg 606w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/Antwerp-Port-in-Belgium-300x116.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 606px) 100vw, 606px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1602\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Antwerp Port in Belgium<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I want in my ears the music of unknown tongues From lands where I yet have not been Before my eyes the tapestry of scenes Of town and country I before have not been\u2026 I want to feel the zest of life to find The heretofore unknown that once I &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,81],"tags":[60,1764,801,13,1763],"class_list":["post-1599","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-travel","category-travel-poems","tag-gypsy","tag-romanipen","tag-spirit","tag-travel-2","tag-wanderlust","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-pN","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":43,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/letter-to-an-unknown-soldier\/","url_meta":{"origin":1599,"position":0},"title":"Letter to an Unknown Soldier","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"3rd July 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"We all have a British soldier from WWI in the family. 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