Year one is paper

What is a poet?

I don't even know it

What I do know is writing is fun

And to be able to share

What grew under my hair

In this grand celebration - year one

Year one is paper

What more could be apt

When poets assemble

And creativity tapped

From voices that came

From all over the world

Penning with fervour

Imaginations unfurled

We learned of their sorrows

Their joys and their dreams

And how letting it out

Rewards more than it seems

Compassion returned

For those personal vents

Council and humour

For things less intense

Any wonder we gather

At this central hub

This collection of members

Of our PoetsPub