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Updated: Jul 19, 2023

We sailed our ore boat

East toward storm

She twist’d and she creaked

From dusk toward morn

The big lake angry

‘Twas rough indeed

Rough as sin

But for “fifteen more miles”

Our families morn

The Three Sisters did us in.

tom tenbrunsel

Carl Sandburg Writer 2023

Author’s Note: Loving Gordon Lightfoot’s song and the legend of the Edmund Fitzgerald, this poem is a snapshot of that tragedy. The photo is of a piece of driftwood I picked up out of Lake Superior on a family trip there once. The driftwood reminded me of The Three Sisters (a series of three gigantic waves) that broke simultaneously onto the deck of the Fitzgerald, probably sinking the ore laden boat.

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