{"id":2549,"date":"2016-02-13T09:50:21","date_gmt":"2016-02-13T09:50:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2549"},"modified":"2017-02-28T02:39:26","modified_gmt":"2017-02-28T02:39:26","slug":"birds-sing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/birds-sing\/","title":{"rendered":"Birds Sing"},"content":{"rendered":"

The birds sing among the boughs
\nThe wind blows soft upon the face
\nLife is hard on the best of days
\nHard to remember in this serene place.
\nAll too often in places like here
\nFolk\u00a0come to be alone
\nTo be found by those who them miss when gone
\nTo carve their names upon cold stone.<\/p>\n

\"This<\/a>
This mural to Mags has been unveiled in town, painted by those to whom she was held dear…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The birds sing among the boughs The wind blows soft upon the face Life is hard on the best of days Hard to remember in this serene place. All too often in places like here Folk\u00a0come to be alone To be found by those who them miss when gone To …<\/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":[155,7,308],"tags":[2354,391,1565],"class_list":["post-2549","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-life","category-obituaries","tag-death","tag-galway","tag-merlin-woods","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-F7","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":576,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/be-a-bard-like-a-bird\/","url_meta":{"origin":2549,"position":0},"title":"Be a Bard Like a Bird","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"13th June 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Natures song is one of joy, Each singing birds a bard, He celebrates each and every day, Be it of ease or hard. 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