Who wants to come and join me
on a poetry retreat
We'll get to hang out somewhere cool
while putting up our feet

Perhaps in an old hunting lodge
or cabins by the sea
or maybe a French Chateau
underneath the Fleur de Lys

There'll be no one there but poets
folks like you and me
Who come to share ideas
and practice poetry

Perhaps there'll be a workshop
a recital maybe two
Where we take turns reading our poems
one from me then one from you

And when the weekends over
we'll part from our new friends
full of inspiration
may our passion never end.