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The Edmund Fitzgerald
by Sage Sweetwater → (All Poetry by Sage Sweetwater)
Sunday, August 8, 2021 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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We have rescued the younger survivors of the Edmund Fitzgerald who went down on November 10, 1975 in Lake Superior. They are alive. The ship was recovered & reconstructed. We are now the owners of the Edmund Fitzgerald. To you Captain McSorley. Gordon Lightfoot your song The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald was inspiration for Sage Sweetwater who wrote the poem as a tip for survivors over a decade ago. We have located the survivors. Reposting the poem in honor of the Fitzgerald's crew & survivors who are with us now. We are now sailing the Edmund Fitzgerald as a commercial fishing vessel with high-end boutique shops and the Hard Rock Cafe. Thanks for being our partner Gordon Lightfoot!

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgI8bta-7a w Ernest M. McSorley, 63, Captain John H. McCarthy, 62, Mate James A. Pratt, 44, second mate Michael E. Armagost 37, third mate Thomas Bentsen, 23, oiler Thomas D. Borgeson, 41, maintenance John D. Simmons, 60, wheelsman Eugene W. O'Brien 50, wheelsman John J. Poviach 59, wheelsman Ranson E. Cundy, 53, watchman William J. Spengler, 59, watchman Karl A. Peckol, 20, watchman Mark A. Thomas, 21, deck hand Paul M. Riippa, 22, deck hand Bruce L. Hudson, 22, deck hand David E. Weiss, 22, cadet Robert C. Rafferty, 62, steward Allen G. Kalmon, 43, second cook Frederick J. Beetcher, 56, porter Nolan F. Church, 55, porter George J. Holl, 60, chief engineer Edward F. Bindon, 47, first assistant engineer Thomas E. Edwards, 50, second assistant engineer Russell G. Haskell, 40, second assistant engineer Oliver J. Champeau, 41, third assistant engineer Blaine H. Wilhelm, 52, oiler Ralph G. Walton, 58, oiler Joseph W. Mazes, 59, special maintenance man Gordon F. MacLellan, 30 wiper The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Lake Superior in a typical November storm 1975, I was bedding my woman lover in the watery grave of what would be of 29 men The ship was the pride of the American side, comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin Late that night, we heard the ship bell ring, my lover's head was between my legs, my orgasm as heavy as 26,000 tons of ore, could be the north wind we bin feelin', the larger the fetch, the larger the waves the storm's fury closed the Sault Ste. Marie locks they knew they were doomed, the captain wired in he had water comin' in My lover and I saw later that night 'is lights went out of sight Captain McSorley was a seasoned sailor of the Great Lakes for 44 years, Captain McSorley, my father who raised me with "The Pride of the American Flag" the SS Fitzgerald's label Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes into hours My lover and I still hear the wind in the wires that make a tattle tale sound when orgasm crashes, the waves break over the railing Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 9, 2021

Very real tragedy for 29 families of the men that went down with the ship. Gordon Lightfoot, or that beautiful song immortalized the loss. Your poem reflects his lyrics and of course, your twist to it. Always appreciated.

One of my first memories, when I was four in late November, we took a car ferry from Manitowoc to Michigan in a storm like that. At one point, waves were coming up over the 40 foot high bow. My father and grandfather came into the lounge, their suits soaked with foam from being hit by a wave while they watched the storm from the bow. We were not allowed to go out on the deck and our mother and grandmother were very seasick.

Ron