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Search Gulf Coast Fisherman's Web Site Past articles, specific places or fish, etc.	Custom Poetry for Fishermen and Outdoorsmen Gary Ralston	CURRENT MOON lunar phases
	A poem to make someone smile... As you might imagine, GCF receives many "New Product" ideas for publication, and they include everything imaginable in the fishing/outdoor's world. Many are definitely good ideas, and some are really great ones. But, I have never run across an idea before that is so universal in appeal. What is it? Custom Poetry... Custom poetry can truly run the gamut of what to get someone special for all the special occasions - from Valentine's Day to Christmas, not to mention wedding anniverseries... but it can also make a perfect gift for a fisherman or outdoorsman. How? Like I said it is "custom" poetry... The subject is up to your imagination and who you would like to honor. Want a special poem for your father and/or grandfather who took you fishing or hunting? Or, how about one for your son or daughter's special birthday or graduation? All are possible... All you need to do is call custom poet Debbie Meyer at 832-444-3899 (Monday- Friday - 8 am to 6 pm) to discuss your particular needs and provide background on something you want to commemorate. Her website also has a form you can simply complete with the details for your special poem. Debbie will write the poem for you and deliver it in the format you choose - framed, parchment, with your photo, etc. There are many options to choose from and all are listed @ PoetryFromYou.com.
Debbie sent this poem about a cabin at Matagorda, Texas on the Colorado River that's been in her husband's family for over forty years. She wrote this poem for her future husband Bryan whose brother had died in an accident before they met and who loved the cabin and fishing at Matagorda: THE RIVER There is a place that I can go That's peaceful and serene Where there are no appointments or phones A place to ponder my dreams A modest little wooden house Is waiting for me there, And as I enter into its doors Away go all my cares...  My heart is filled with memories That can never be replaced Although they make me sad at times I know life's too precious to waste  To fight a fish across the miles And reel him into view Or simply float across the stretch Of endless tranquil blue  To sit upon the pier at night And gaze at the star-filled sky That's always bigger and clearer there It doesn't matter why  A man must have a place to go Where his mind and soul are free If he's lucky enough to find that door Then God will turn the key  The river is my secret spot Its banks run clear and strong And each time I return to them I know that I belong For Bryan, 1998 Debbie Meyer WWW.POETRYFROMYOU   It Was My Moment   A clear day in Matagorda, Texas Memorial Day weekend in 2010 Safely perched by my husband beneath the console Upon good ole' "Big Pop" we can always depend       I looked around, listened and smiled inside Bait and ice bought; the usual run Then as we slowly progressed down the river We high-fived; the ritual, once again had begun       Anticipation was in the air The fish and the wind upon our minds As we passed the jetty approaching the gulf The stress of everyday life we left behind       The hum of the Yamaha the only sound amidst the silence Then this too swiftly slipped away As I turned to gaze at the faint orange glow My heart absorbed each glorious ray       "Mine is the sunlight; mine is the morning" The lyrics tiptoed through my brain An overwhelming feeling of happiness and peace My tears trickled like summer rain       God was present in my soul The sun was rising as a treasure Reflecting upon the sea like jewels This was my moment; joy beyond measure       Reaching over I held my husband's shoulder Giving thanks for this time and place As we traveled forty miles out from worry A picture of pure love, was the smile on my face       I see two strong arms; the same shape in the hands Fists clenched above, around the console frame Father and son, side by side Mine alone; once again it came    These waters are now part of my soul Ever tranquil as the dawn Residing in my moment; ever flowing Long after I am gone Debbie Meyer WWW.POETRYFROMYOU     Home | Back