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Matlacha Mariner Monthly Membership Meetings: First Thursday Of Every Month at 6:30 p.m.
at Matlacha Community Center - behind the Mullletville Restaurant.
Live Video of
2011 Blues Fest.....
Supplied by Doug Rose
Live Video of
2010 Blues Fest.....
Supplied by Doug Rose
A Matlacha "Mullet Toss" Poem by Randall Toye.....
Matlacha
It was a sunny day In Matlacha When two strangers came to town. Though they came for the art They ended up in the park Where the locals had gathered round To eat and rejoice And be merry of voice For the day was The day of their wish, When the young of the town And the old of renown Would each get to throw a fish.
Into this scene, Like a piscatorial dream, Chanced our strangers From out of the West. The crowd was roaring, As the fish were soaring, To see whose throw was the best.
"Who will be next?" The maestro said As he looked to the crowd With glee, As I turned to my mate She pointed to the gate And I said to the maestro "It's me!"
I reached for the fish And got my wish When my hand held one coated With silk. My love was smiling And the crowd was sighing And the air was thick as milk.
With love in my gullet And in my hand a mullet I stepped to the line And threw. The fish arced in the sun As if fired from a gun And the mullet flew straight and true.
The crowd gasped As the sun flashed Off the scales of this fish Of dreams. Children ran down the course Yelling themselves hoarse At the most amazing sight they'd seen.
Across the park It shot like a dart As it made for the town And the square, And the crowd stampeded Until they succeeded In finding the little fish there.
It had painted a painting Of a young maiden fainting And was sitting at a table For three. With a smile on its face And a great deal of grace It was waiting for you and for me.
In this the last verse Of this poem not the first, Here is all that you need to know: The fish became famous Hired an agent named Amos And got his own latenite talk show.
