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! Michael Pruchnicki