We want your poetry.
We want poetry from your children and your grandparents.
We want poetry from seasoned poetry veterans and those just putting ink to paper (or, finger to keyboard).
We want to feature them here in Webb City’s “newspaper.”
Then, we want you to print them out and slap them on your refrigerator, carry them in your pocket, give them to someone special.
We want your poetry on the school bus to Mark Twain and Eugene Field, while you’re waiting in line at Crazy Llama and the Sub Shop, and while you’re walking around King Jack and the Frisco Greenway Trail.
We can’t wait to see what you’ve got.