{"id":1149,"date":"2014-11-09T18:47:19","date_gmt":"2014-11-10T00:47:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/?p=1149"},"modified":"2016-09-07T17:23:21","modified_gmt":"2016-09-07T14:23:21","slug":"sand-a-lament","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/sand-a-lament\/","title":{"rendered":"Sand &#8211; A Lament"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote this poem during the summer of 2002, while I was supervisor of boat rental operations for Gatineau Park. I spent an amazing summer on a lakefront beach, barefoot in the sand, getting fit hauling canoes and rescuing paddlers from the lake.<\/p>\n<p><em>Sand<br \/>\nThe curse of the winter lover<br \/>\nSand everywhere<br \/>\nIn your hair and in your crotch<br \/>\nBetween your toes till it lays bare the skin<br \/>\nSand<br \/>\nDusty, gritty<br \/>\nTired brown<br \/>\nFor the same faceted crystals<br \/>\nSeek out a snowflake melted then refrozen<br \/>\nThat snow that crunches beneath your snowshoes<br \/>\nInstead of those bits of rock<br \/>\nThat grate beneath your desiccated feet.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>While I am no longer a winter lover, now seeking out warmer climes, the bit about the feet holds! My feet are already rubbed raw from bad footwear, salt air, and sand. I&#8217;m making sure they&#8217;re just sore, not hurting, knowing that they will callus if I just endure this for a week or two, and that the pain will be worthwhile. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p>Tonight&#8217;s sunset on the beach, not retouched:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMGP0084.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1150\" src=\"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMGP0084-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"IMGP0084\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMGP0084-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMGP0084.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote this poem during the summer of 2002, while I was supervisor of boat rental operations for Gatineau Park. I spent an amazing summer on a lakefront beach, barefoot in the sand, getting fit hauling canoes and rescuing paddlers from the lake. Sand The curse of the winter lover Sand everywhere In your hair [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[815,14,635,814,3],"tags":[731],"class_list":["post-1149","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mazatlan","category-mexico","category-north-america","category-sinaloa","category-travel","tag-beaches"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1149","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1149"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1149\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1149"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1149"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1149"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}