Earth hath not anything to show more fair:
Harriet Gausman's own sweet home, Milk Wood
This fine weekend shall find the Great and Good
Of SL's poets all foregathered there.
They come to versify, recite and share
A pixellated feast of words: which food
Virtually sates our mind and mood
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Propounding in that most refined of sports
Intangibles with which our world is rife
Carving their souls to make them sing such thoughts
As thread together all this Second Life.