{"id":1941,"date":"2008-07-04T09:16:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-04T09:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1941"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:29:22","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:29:22","slug":"after-owl-poetry-friday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1941","title":{"rendered":"After the Owl: Poetry Friday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/wishiwerebaking\/2630695926\/in\/set-72157605158835906\/\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"6 a.m., Kelvingrove\"><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=left src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3074\/2630695926_992363b00c.jpg?v=0\" \/><\/a>I have owed you all this, since you put up with my very grouchy <a href=\"http:\/\/writingya.blogspot.com\/2008\/02\/this-is-foulest-winter-poem-i-know.html\" target= _blank>winter<\/a> mood and drippy winter poetry. <\/p>\n<p>We whinge a lot about the weather in Scotland, about the freak June hailstorms, the incessant rain, and driving wind and the fact that it seems like the body wants to stay in hibernation mode and hang on to warm insulating fat, but the truth is that it&#8217;s really lovely here, and I&#8217;m enjoying the temperate and modestly warm summer weather. I feel a little guilty almost for not being in California with the breath-stealing wildfires this season; it seems like it&#8217;s almost cheating that we&#8217;ve had one day that&#8217;s been over eighty, and the rest of the time has been days where it has rained every afternoon and the high has been a balmy sixty-eight. It feels like one long springtime, which is why today&#8217;s poem is kind of a chuckle. Summer <i>has<\/i> come in &#8212; but we won&#8217;t really notice until winter comes back.<\/p>\n<p>Oh well.<\/p>\n<p><b>Sumer Is Icumen In<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Svmer is icumen in<br \/>Lhude sing cuccu!<br \/>Growe\u00fe sed and blowe\u00fe med<br \/>and spring\u00fe \u00fee wde nu.<br \/>Sing cuccu!<\/p>\n<p>Awe blete\u00fe after lomb,<br \/>lhou\u00fe after calue cu,<br \/>Bulluc sterte\u00fe, bucke uerte\u00fe.<br \/>Murie sing cuccu!<br \/>Cuccu, cuccu,<br \/>Wel singes \u00feu cuccu.<br \/>ne swik \u00feu nauer nu!<\/p>\n<p>         Sing cuccu nu, Sing cuccu!<br \/>Pes<br \/>         Sing cuccu, Sing cuccu nu!<\/p>\n<div align=\"right\">Summer Has Come In!<\/p>\n<p>Summer has come in!<br \/>Loud sing cuckoo!<br \/>Grows seed and blooms mead,<br \/>And springs the woods anew.<br \/>Sing, cuckoo!<br \/>Ewe bleats after lamb,<br \/>Lows after calf the cow.<br \/>Bull starts, buck farts,<br \/>Merrily sing, cuckoo!<br \/>Cuckoo! Cuckoo!<br \/>Will sing you, cuckoo.<br \/>Nor stop you ever now.<\/p>\n<p>Sing cuckoo now! Sing cuckoo!<br \/>Sing cuckoo now! Sing cuckoo!<\/div>\n<p>This is not, in fact, terribly patriotic, but I am, of course, in Scotland, which didn&#8217;t manage to get <i>away<\/i> from England, but has the usual lovely summer light and their gorgeous countryside to celebrate today instead. Poetry Friday&#8217;s host today, complete with cucumber sandwiches, is <a href=\"http:\/\/insearchofgiants.blogspot.com\/2008\/07\/poetry-friday.html\" target= _blank>In Search of Giants<\/a>. Happy 4th! Enjoy a summer holiday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have owed you all this, since you put up with my very grouchy winter mood and drippy winter poetry. We whinge a lot&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-1941","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1941"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4995,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941\/revisions\/4995"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1941"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1941"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1941"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}