Where Do We Poets Go
There was a huge sign,
all poets write here. A mansion where poets can meet, where poets can write. A mansion just for us to hang out, let our creativity run wild. Rooms filled with computers that will not break,
bowls of ink and pens take your pick.
Poets reading their work to each other, laughs and tears are now flowing. Where do we poets go, off to write some more.
Date Written: 11/26/2020
3 Place Where do we poets go? Contest Judged:11/29/2020
Sponsored by: Silent One
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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