In the beginning...

Pick up that pen, the paper too.

Unleash your poems, push them through,

Keep them coming, love that vibe;

the Poet and his trusted scribe.

Every month, upon this day

it’s Open House, you all can play.

Find words that soar, and words that stick;

Your words, performing magic tricks.

All rhyming couplets, ballads, odes,

And stanzas, sonnets rich with prose.

Iambic meter, open form,

Connected spirits sharing tomes. 

It’s nearly time, we’re almost there.

A space where poems find an ear.

In Berkhamsted, a town of charm.

We welcome you with open arms.

And so it was, Berkhamsted Poetry Society, just like this poppy seed, was born...