February first
A day of thirst
And not the worst
For a poetic burst.

The start we celebrate
And strive to create
The first of a spate
Of what need not be great.

Though given some time
And words that can rhyme
The work might just climb
From silly to sublime.

Twenty-seven days ahead
At the end of the sled
We’ll celebrate the end.
And put the month to bed.

(February 1st begins the CLMOOC activity being called Poetry Port. All are welcome to participate.)

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