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Posted By:
Hal Brown
Date Posted:
Nov 13, 2007
Description:
A tug boat noses its barge out towards deeper water. This late in the year, working ships 'own the lake' as most pleasure craft are cocooned in plastic in their wintering cradles.
Date Taken:
Nov 13, 2007
Place Taken:
Hamilton, Ontario
Owner:
Larry Woods
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Kenneth Leonard - Nov 13,2007
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Until the winds of November come swirling...
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Dave Lima - Nov 13,2007
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Good one, Ken!
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Larry Woods - Nov 14,2007
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Hi Ken:<br /><br />A fellow 'Gordon Lightfoot' fan I see. (g)<br /><br />And yes, the lake can really get riled up this time of year. Somewhere I have photos of my two older sons and 3 pals, trying to get off our beach in 8 to 10 foot surf (30 to 40 knot northeast winds) with their wind surfers . Oldest son Larry made it out while two of his pals 'crashed and burned', wrecking their masts and sails in the process. <br /><br />Best, <br />Larry
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Kenneth Leonard - Nov 14,2007
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This still gives me chills every time I try to read it out loud...<br /><br />The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down<br />Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee<br />The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead<br />When the skies of November turn gloomy.<br /><br />With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more<br />Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty<br />That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed<br />When the gales of November came early<br /><br />The ship was the pride of the American side<br />Coming back from some mill in Wisconson<br />As the big freighters go it was bigger than most<br />With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.<br /><br />Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms<br />When they left fully loaded for Cleveland<br />And later that night when the ships bell rang<br />Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.<br /><br />The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound<br />And a wave broke over the railing<br />And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,<br />T'was the witch of November come stealing.<br /><br />The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait<br />When the gales of November came slashing<br />When afternoon came it was freezing rain<br />In the face of a hurricane West Wind<br /><br />When supper time came the old cook came on deck<br />Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya<br />At 7PM a main hatchway caved in<br />He said fellas it's been good to know ya.<br /><br />The Captain wired in he had water coming in<br />And the good ship and crew was in peril<br />And later that night when his lights went out of sight<br />Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.<br /><br />Does anyone know where the love of God goes<br />When the words turn the minutes to hours<br />The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay<br />If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.<br /><br />They might have split up or they might have capsized<br />They may have broke deep and took water<br />And all that remains is the faces and the names<br />Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.<br /><br />Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings<br />In the ruins of her ice water mansion<br />Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,<br />The islands and bays are for sportsmen.<br /><br />And farther below Lake Ontario<br />Takes in what Lake Erie can send her<br />And the iron boats go as the mariners all know<br />With the gales of November remembered.<br /><br />In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed<br />In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral<br />The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times<br />For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.<br /><br />The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down<br />Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee<br />Superior, they say, never gives up her dead<br />When the gales of November come early.
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Steve Gromak - Nov 14,2007
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...second verse, third sentence, I believe it's, 'good ship and crew', is it not?
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