{"id":1787,"date":"2015-05-23T08:42:38","date_gmt":"2015-05-23T08:42:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1787"},"modified":"2015-05-23T08:42:38","modified_gmt":"2015-05-23T08:42:38","slug":"pondering-old-men-reading-about-moon-landing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/pondering-old-men-reading-about-moon-landing\/","title":{"rendered":"Pondering Old Men Reading About Moon Landing"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Connemara<\/a>
Connemara Moonscape<\/figcaption><\/figure>
\nI wonder if, hand to stubbled jaw,
\nWhen they the pictures in the paper saw,
\nOf the moon, to which man had just been,
\nOf which the likes before was never seen,
\nBy anyone, least of all folks from these wild rural hills,
\nWho knew but sport and drink and dancing for thrills,
\nWho come from a landscape lunar to the strangers eye
\nFolk like me, outsiders, who look and wonder as we pass by
\nWhat did they think of those photos where astronauts did roam?
\nDid they say “That looks a lot like home!”?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I wonder if, hand to stubbled jaw, When they the pictures in the paper saw, Of the moon, to which man had just been, Of which the likes before was never seen, By anyone, least of all folks from these wild rural hills, Who knew but sport and drink and …<\/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":[54],"tags":[854,1946,1165,1945,61,1947],"class_list":["post-1787","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ireland","tag-connemara","tag-landscape","tag-media","tag-moon-landing","tag-news","tag-reaction-to-moon-landing","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-sP","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":583,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-connemara-girl\/","url_meta":{"origin":1787,"position":0},"title":"A Connemara Girl","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"5th April 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=OTaYycR8gsQ \u00a0 Barefoot she stands looking out A goat each side and bare of foot A pleasant picture of peasant poverty She has there nothing... but On another plane... she looks happy She does not look sad... that's for sure Maybe we are the fools who have shoes on our\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Art Inspired Poetry"","block_context":{"text":"Art Inspired Poetry","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/art-inspired-poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Connemara Girl (National Gallery of Ireland) 1868 painting by the Irish artist Augustus Nicholas Burke (July 28, 1838 \u00e2\u20ac\u201c 1891).","src":"http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/thumb\/9\/9d\/Connemara_Girl.jpg\/200px-Connemara_Girl.jpg","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1797,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/they-came-they-voted-ireland-changed\/","url_meta":{"origin":1787,"position":1},"title":"They Came, They Voted, Ireland Changed","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd May 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"They came by boat, they came by plane They went by busses, I got the train They registered to vote who never voted before I voted, having never missed the chance to, in Tullamore The rainbow seen before over Clifden town I wondered was it a good omen as on\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Civil Rights"","block_context":{"text":"Civil Rights","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/civil-rights\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"There was a rainbow over the town of Clidfen in Connemara when I visited it a couple of days ago, I wondered was it a good omen for the same sex marraige referendum, and it seems that it was as it has passed with room to spare. 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