The Edmond Fitzgerald

The Ship’s Bell Tolls
One of my favorite songs of all time is the Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald. The haunting lyrics of the song tell such a great story as they recount the perilous journey. A load of 126,000 tons of iron ore headed for the steel mills of Cleveland, Ohio. It must have been a scary sad time when the sailors realized they were taking on water and going down. The cold icy waters of Lake Superior took their toll and all was lost. As the Artic Blasts of November come moving across the United States, I thought I would repost this one for the Veteran Sailors who were lost in the Storm.

Icy wind whistles
Superior’s fright’ning death song
Sailors all go down

Rising Above the Grind

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Rising above the Grind

You can be crushed battered by the waves

Or ride the surf for the thrill of your life

One must rise above to be free

Move beyond expectations

A resurrection of sorts

A new life of purpose

Beyond a crashing surf

Grinding you into a lifeless mass of sand

Freeing one’s self

Repositioning your life

Riding the swell

Carried by the crest

Letting it work for you

Not pound you into the sand

Free to be in control

Moving beyond the negative

Riding your wave of life

To vision and destiny

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Paintings: All is Lost : Dwight L. Roth

Winslow Homer Restoration – The Herring Net : Dwight L. Roth

Seabones

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Shipwreck
Old ship bones lie buried and rotten
Reflecting a story that’s long forgotten
Symbol of strength
Pride of the ocean
An ill fate soon to be gotten
Flag blowing from the high mast
White billowing sails
Long days on the wide open ocean
Casting their fates t’will soon be too late
As the sun goes to sleep without motion

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Port of call on islands across the Caribbean
With many wild stories to tell
Rum and Sugar and maybe some gold
With pirates hot on their tail
Drinking sweet rum in the late evening sun
Singing songs of women with assets
Dead heads in the morning pounding their skulls
Trying to find a way to get past it

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Red sky that morning gave an ominous warning
Of danger north of Hatteras
Straight into the gale without any quale
She drove as the storm came at us
If they’d been there before we don’t know for sure
They surely did not remember
Since they rode without fear on this ghost ship of death
Into the ill-fated storm of September
Gargantuan waves crashed over the bow
Drowning out the sailors’ last cry
Cargo and ship sank into the dip
As the cane of September swept by

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Pounded and broken the ship in a swoon
Without sailor or cargo or sail
Everything had been cast the ship heaved its last
To lie in its grave in the dunes

For the next hundred years entombed in the sand
It took its rest without moving
Until a cane of October came washing over
Leaving open its coffin for viewing
Now families with children climb high on the dunes
Assuming but never knowing
Ships’ bones tell no tales
That’s left to me
And my imagination’s still growing

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Nags Head, NC Shipwreck photo: Dwight L. Roth

Painting – All is Lost: Dwight L. Roth