“this” by Smith<\/p><\/div>\n
High Wind Whether<\/strong><\/p>\n The trees they are dancing ~ Steven B. Smith<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Poem “High Wind Whether” and art “this” by Smith<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":213,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/this1.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/212"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=212"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/212\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWind playing the tune
\nIn sky tall prancing
\nBeneath a full moon
\nClouds chant the chorus
\nDirection and sound
\nIn song sung just for us
\nWe being earth bound
\nOur feet stuck to dirt
\nOur hearts leap for air
\nWith happiness we flirt
\nAnd shirk our despair
\nYes the trees they are dancing
\nLeaping for the moon
\nMy soul sky chancing
\nLaughing in loon<\/p>\n