{"id":101,"date":"2010-07-12T20:17:24","date_gmt":"2010-07-13T00:17:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/annabozena.wordpress.com\/?p=101"},"modified":"2017-11-17T20:20:01","modified_gmt":"2017-11-18T01:20:01","slug":"blood-line","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/annabozenabowen.com\/blood-line\/","title":{"rendered":"Blood Line"},"content":{"rendered":"
Again you visit me –
\nReminding me of the bright light
\ncast by night stars, and the wings
\nI chose to plant in the earth.
\nIgnoring their weight on my shoulders,
\nI could have spread them hawk-like
\nand lifted, lifted high above the womb
\nthat holds me.<\/p>\n
A blood line runs through
\nthe roots of the birch trees.
\nWhere black and white merge in
\ncompanionship. Where all lives
\nin harmony. Where peace exists.<\/p>\n
I dig deep to trace the blood line
\nof my beginnings. Someone with
\nbrown eyes is my ancestor. Eyes
\nas brown and dark as the soil
\nI planted my wings in.<\/p>\n ","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Again you visit me –
\nReminding me of the bright light
\ncast by night stars, and the wings
\nI chose to plant in the earth.
\nIgnoring their weight on my shoulders,
\nI could have spread them hawk-like
\nand lifted, lifted high above the womb
\nthat holds me.<\/p>\n
A blood line runs through
\nthe roots of the birch trees.
\nWhere black and white merge in
\ncompanionship. Where all lives
\nin harmony. Where peace exists.<\/p>\n
I dig deep to trace the blood line
\nof my beginnings. Someone with
\nbrown eyes is my ancestor. Eyes
\nas brown and dark as the soil
\nI planted my wings in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[288],"tags":[252,253,130,254,251,255],"yoast_head":"\n