{"id":11115,"date":"2020-05-01T06:48:39","date_gmt":"2020-05-01T10:48:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/?p=11115"},"modified":"2020-06-07T09:19:53","modified_gmt":"2020-06-07T13:19:53","slug":"hero","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/?p=11115","title":{"rendered":"Hero"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the pale green grasses stood knee high<\/p>\n<p>the tin god rode into the field on his<\/p>\n<p>wooden horse<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>he showed no spirit but strained his eyes<\/p>\n<p>in his restless and annoyed manner<\/p>\n<p>the sun shone high in the cloudless sky<\/p>\n<p>and the heat could be felt under his worn coat<\/p>\n<p>decorated with his red and blue medals,<\/p>\n<p>ribbons, and pins which hung heavily as<\/p>\n<p>accomplishments of his past battles<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>he smiled as he pulled on the bit of Xeelo<\/p>\n<p>because he knew no one would enter this pasture<\/p>\n<p>hidden behind Mount Parnassos in this hot valley<\/p>\n<p>His dismount was stiff and stately<\/p>\n<p>the tin clanked against the stirrups<\/p>\n<p>sending the birds reeling to the treetops:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a fanfare for his efforts.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>he saw in the treetops the mountain&#8217;s shadows<\/p>\n<p>and saw the glade where he had eaten goat<\/p>\n<p>and rice the day before over a brazier<\/p>\n<p>Janos had comforted him and given him<\/p>\n<p>the new directions and his new coat of mail<\/p>\n<p>they fitted light on his shoulders and<\/p>\n<p>were comfortable when out of the sunlight<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>this he concluded as he squatted in the grass.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Janos is serious but then<\/p>\n<p>he is sure to be laughing at the sight<\/p>\n<p>and welcoming this god to rest in any oven<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>being neither iceberg nor island but rather tin<\/p>\n<p>planting a flagless pole next to his horse<\/p>\n<p>the Hero relieves himself before anybody comes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8211; Chris George\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>1981\/82\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the pale green grasses stood knee high the tin god rode into the field on his wooden horse &nbsp; he showed no spirit but strained his eyes in his restless and annoyed manner the sun shone high in the cloudless sky and the heat could be felt under his worn coat decorated with his red&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[80],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11115"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11115"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11118,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11115\/revisions\/11118"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}