Sunday Scribblings #126 Somewhere
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Song: Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot
Photo: Lake Superior Shoreline and lighthouse- fall shot
Lyrics..
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called "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 morethan the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the "Gales of November" came early.
[On November 10, 1975] The men and ship lay somewhere...crossed over from the cold waters of Lake Superior. I go back often, pulled by emotion.
Telling the story still gives me chills but no-one ever told the story as well as Gordon Lightfoot.
Fall is in the air...our last trip for the season.
Time to get back to work ...hording up the fall breeze before the Gales of November sets in.
