Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Storms of November
Every Spring I look forward to the storms
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!
poem
by
Michael Pruchnicki
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black