Witch of November's Wrath
Great Lakes mariners fear the “Witch of November”
Winds blow fiercely in the cruelest month of the year
The crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald would concur
If in November ’75, their ship hadn’t disappeared
Capt. McSorley made his last radio call
Saying the fully loaded ship was “holding its own”
He had no clue as to what future events would befall
The true danger of their voyage was unknown
Very soon families heard that the ship had gone down
Claiming the lives of all twenty-nine crew members
The Mariners’ Church of Detroit’s bell gave the countdown
One ring for each mate who was now Lake Superior’s
Treacherous seas take the lives of many, good or bad
And the crew reckoned their final fate with their God
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” left many sad
Drowning was no better than a firing squad
Above the ship the wicked witch cackled evilly
Her victims now lying in watery graves
Old tars now know better than to ignore fallibility
It’s easy to be taken down by the wind and waves
*For Francine’s “Write Me a Lightfoot Poem” contest
Song: “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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