As my husband and I drove to see huge waves on Lake Michigan today, we thought about this story I wrote about the Edmund Fitzgerald shipwreck.
“The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald”
“The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
Then later that night when the ship’s bell rang
Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale…
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Hi Myrna! Please add my gmail, firstname.lastname@example.org and delete my Hotmail. Freak chance that I saw this on here but I don’t use my Hotmail anymore. Thanks! – Tami Folkert
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Tami, I removed that email and sent you an invitation.