{"id":15412,"date":"2015-12-26T00:56:20","date_gmt":"2015-12-25T23:56:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/?p=15412"},"modified":"2015-12-26T00:56:20","modified_gmt":"2015-12-25T23:56:20","slug":"the-mill-stream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/?p=15412","title":{"rendered":"The Mill Stream- Ten Years On"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In 1951 Phyllis Dawson Clark wrote a poem about the River Ock that flows throgh the Vale of White Horse to Abingdon. Here is the first stanza:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/imag15\/15122602.jpg\" alt=\"Christmas EveThe Mill Stream\" \/><br \/>\nDown from the chalky range of Berkshire hills<br \/>\nStamped with the cave-man&#8217;s god, a lean white horse;<br \/>\nThrough rustling cornfields, by a dozen mills<br \/>\nWhose wheels are long since rusty, and across<br \/>\nA thistle wast where winter storms have laid<br \/>\nTo rest the hollow trunks, where brittle rot<br \/>\nHarbours the comfrey seedlings that have strayed;<br \/>\nWhere centuries of blue forget-me-not<br \/>\nHave sighed away their days unseen, alone,<br \/>\nAnd sprays of blushing dog-rose bend to kiss<br \/>\nTheir own reflection in a pool that&#8217;s known<br \/>\nA thousand summers just as sweet as this, &#8212;<br \/>\nBy the wild rhubarb leaves and giant dock,<br \/>\nUnder the willow arches flows the winding Ock.<\/p>\n<p>The Mill Stream was the first blog entry I did about Abingdon <a href=\"http:\/\/abingdon2006.blogspot.co.uk\/2005\/12\/river-ock.html\">ten years ago today<\/a>. I intended writing a blog about Abingdon in 2006 for one year, and called it Abingdon 2006, but then in 2007 I carried on with The Abingdon Blog. So now it is ten years old.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In 1951 Phyllis Dawson Clark wrote a poem about the River Ock that flows throgh the Vale of White Horse to Abingdon. Here is the first stanza: Down from the chalky range of Berkshire hills Stamped with the cave-man&#8217;s god, a lean white horse; Through rustling cornfields, by a dozen mills Whose wheels are long [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[176,121],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15412","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-about-abingdon","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15412","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15412"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15412\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15412"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15412"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.abingdonblog.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}