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An Ode To Hilary<\/strong><\/p>\n As though in a dream But now we are old <\/p>\n Ed Rogers<\/strong> is a retired architect who lives in a small coastal village in Fife (Scotland). His previous published written work includes three fencing books. He is also the current Editor of The Sword<\/em> (the magazine of British Fencing). His enjoyment of poetry and writing began at school and has stayed with him throughout his life. He is married to Hilary and they have two grown up sons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" An Ode To Hilary As though in a dream the cat outside moves above and around us as you sleep invisible to all but my ears as I work at my drawing board planning to change the world in Glen Street all those years ago But now we are old and I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12484","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12484","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12484"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12484\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13261,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12484\/revisions\/13261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12484"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12484"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12484"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe cat outside moves
\nabove and around us as you sleep
\ninvisible to all but my ears
\nas I work at my drawing board
\nplanning to change the world
\nin Glen Street all those years ago<\/p>\n
\nand I still love the world
\nbecause you live in it
\nI didn\u2019t change it much
\nyour beauty mellows tenderly
\nour sons have grown up
\nand our love is still our greatest treasure<\/p>\n