Storms Of November

Every Spring I look forward to the storms
of November that roll down from up north

Green trees and warm sun adumbrates
the cold and fog that envelop the Lakes

From Superior to South Chicago
beginning the first of November

As monster ore freighters like the fabled
Edmund Fitzgerald are broken and go down

With all hands aboard lost to the storm's fury
in a matter of hours on the raging lake

Now I think fondly of those ships at rest
that once carried the ore for industry

Like other survivors of disaster I am blessed
that I forget the hardship and grueling work
and the sacrifice of family life for a job!

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A beautifully crafted poem. Congratulations..
As monster ore freighters like the fabled Edmund Fitzgerald are broken and go down- beautiful poem
A nicely crafted poem- simple, sweet and inspiring. It takes stock of the change of season with the onset of November and the hardships suffered on a ship caught up in storms around this time in the past. The poet has brought alive those memories quite beautifully. I quote: Like other survivors of disaster I am blessed that I forget the hardship and grueling work
Looking forward to the November storms...there on remembering the lost lives to the rage of the storms...feeling happy about the present....nice flow of expression in choicest words linking all thoughts...congratulations on being the poet of the day- 10
You write so beautifully. I've always wanted to go to Chicago and see how the other side lives. Thanks for sharing this dear poet and congratulations!
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